Best Clumped Poems

Living amid the blurred lines of my reflections
Stark cold fears snow me blanket my resolve
Nestled my leafless core begging for rebirth

Patches of life clumped to the reality of what is what was
Soul penetrating every doubt of self worth 
Raw exposure of glory days forgone

Dreams engulf...

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Holding onto a rail.
I lean over to see my reflection
mirrored in the water 
and small fish swimming
in the camouflage of me.

I muse whether they are feeding
on my thoughts, nibbling
on the strands that loosely 
float my day, making 
their easy way towards
a dark clumped deep
in my...

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Peg-Leg Pete the Pirate was a very evil man,
He used to eat his dinner from a filthy frying pan,
And when he’s finished eating he’d play “catch me if you can”
With his desperado first-mate known as Dirty Deadeye Dan.

Now Dan was quite a ladies man, but...

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I was a passionate, aspiring musician, striving quite hard to be a success;
As nature lovers try hard to succeed, at living where pretty flowers press.

Rosy days teemed with activity and planning, bold plans of runaway hours,
When striving, I failed to see all the sights, along...

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Im half awake, and glaring at the sunrise
distant brilliance slowly eating at my dry eyes
squinted to best witness the aureate Apollo
refract off blades soaked through with dew
heaven's first blush, midsummer quiet, and coffee scent
cast clarity, light unveiling the burden
weighing down on every living being
clearest with...

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I was walking by the loud green bushes
Their rough knees covered with the ash of webs
The whisper through angry short snip-its 
As the outer edges of my skin brush past

I can hear them say
She must talk to the dead trees!
She must and she will
Their bustle...

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At a distance, snow
clumped beneath a pine tree 
plastic Walmart bag


1/31/13...

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SO MUCH DEPENDS...(Inspired by The Fault in Our Stars)

So much depends upon the girl with red current meandering from her woman
And the clots of clumped up thoughts that occasionally disturb her flow.
So much depends on the wisdom from her oval shaped head 
And the greyish-pink...

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My daddy was a farmer, 
a good one who knew how to 
manipulate the elements in order
to achieve agricultural success. 

He was well aware that all 
of the elements play their part
and are necessary for growth but
the most tangible one is the soil.
I have seen...

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once an old horse named chester

impressing a nag esther

clumped up a tall tree

until about three

then clumped back down to best her.
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as daylight flows on  floors of  meadows’ weave
like tiny fingers silent in silk of  sailing traces
this landscape travels on her fragile, hushed heave
and when full morn speaks in syllables of pink laces,
i climb her flights of smiles to touch those tender graces
just...

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My vacuum cleaner’s broken, 
sits in the garage gathering dust 
Beside dad’s old green car,
oxidising an orangey rust
I tried washing it last week, 
and the water turned to wine
Well the colour miraculously looks,
venetian turpentine 

World weary in a dusty brain,
contemplating null dividends 
Doubtful the universe...

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Fashion shoe treads imprinted on the bisque beach 
global longtitude/latitude design airborne print in flight
Honeycomb print slowly pacing synchronising footsteps
Concentric wave prints grouping Fine detail pattern soul 
beside clearly printed  diamond  fishbone sports design
Heavily studded  trail souls tread along large  paw...

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You lay in the wooden cot,
a broken sparrow,
Crushed. Bony. Frail.
Hair once plumed gold,
greyed to clumped feathers
like ragged  trampled wings,
strawed out on the dank pillow.
Face once blushed pink plump,
Jolly kind of soft with life,
Sucked to bone. Nose to Beak.
Echoes of the mask it will soon...

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These furrows, littered with bags,
Separate stalks
Bent over and inclined to suns of ambition – 
And escape.

These shoots grow relentlessly –
In spite of me.
These saplings break the ground 
And Send down roots
That anchor them in soils that are too
alkaline.

These ones, potted and clumped, shrubbed,
Must one day...

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