Best Clippings Poems

a freshly mown lawn
     the clippings become new mulch
          the grass will...

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She crossed a wide ocean, during war times, in danger
A life of adventure, of courage, of fear
Yet, nothing reveals the hint of the years
that have...

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I've gardened and read
I wrote poetry in my head
I picked up all the clippings
And everything red.

Time now to nap
And dream dreams far away
Of my true...

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When we first met, in love we used to glide
on waves of bliss like pairs of sunglow swans,
now we slowly totter,and try to hide
our orthopaedic...

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CULTURE     VULTURE


Once gave a girl I liked  a black 
Tribal mask from Africa, with real hair.
Don’t know why, but she...

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Lying here between the folds of an uncaring sheet
A thunderous blustery evening calls me from sleep
Tracing shadows on dark walls through desperate eyes
Counting minutes on...

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clippings fall onto the page,
arranging themselves.
ivy loosely parades
around a thorny rose stem,
tickles the chin,
entices the shy bud —
a blush,
potently pink, blossoms.
baby’s breath
and Queen Anne’s lace,
like...

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My grandfather and I had a special relationship.

When I was young we lived near his home in Baltimore.  But, my family moved away from...

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Moggnome was a wee little soul from Tashee, 
standing on tiptoes, he might reach to your knee.
Pomegranate face, fringed by dandelion fluff,
a thickly thatched head,...

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(Apologies to Rudyard Kipling)

 If you can cope with no view of the trees but only sky
 if you can navigate some toenail clippings floating...

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Last dance and remembering…

One more year gone
Another page is turned
Looking like a yearbook photo
That has me concerned

What is there left to do
What is there left...

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When I see say saw saunter suck the poetic
pilferings on this site, I rear back and wonder why 
there is no sentient sanctioned sickness
that benefit...

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Silent thoughts


Candles burning brightly bring visions to my eyes.
Shadows dancing in the corners give this room a supernatural vibe.
As I sit here under the covers,...

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DOES HE, WILL HE, IS HE?

It makes one wonder, it makes one think
It makes one’s heart begin to sink
Is He, will He, does He hear?
Does...

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They say opposites attract
but love lies in the middle of our
similarities.
Finally realizing a commonalty
in these life long processions
of division and simple equations
we’ve been over thinking
We...

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