Best Cobwebbed Poems

             
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...inspired by and in dedication to ~  Victor Buhagiar, Robert Lindley (my mentors) and the rest of the PoetrySoup Family...thank you for your kindness...

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Let not my heart become in my old age
"An empty room, cobwebbed, and comfortless"
But an open sunny porch, a welcome sage
A loving heart to those...

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I crawl into a cave called myself.
It’s dry and dusty, cobwebbed.
So afraid to be, alone in the dark,
“Who am I,” is my cry.

Then Trixie’s best...

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Little as a mountain can be,
near waters calm and an idling breeze.

Inland wheatfields sun on ears,
expanding 45 gallon cans suppressed echoes hear.

Semi's engine drone all...

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Playing
          Russian roulette
          With fate

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Creative musing enthralls her psyche,
minute thoughts dance before her eyes,
waiting to be written before they
go astray within the confines of the mind
where cobwebbed effigies shadow...

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i feel so settled in your presence
it seems so definitively calm here
i want to go on excursions never experienced with you and just discover

once upon...

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In back of the crowd looking on
dreaming of being out in front
no longer lingering in shadows
of one like you

Eyes fixated on pirouettes
every step in perfection
lace...

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Who would answer if I knocked?
A little gnome in stripey socks.
Would he call out, “ Who dares to knock.”?
Or sic on me his pet blue...

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Today I received a communique; return address was : Heaven Sent.
I nervously tore it open: that’s were my WIFE -- LENORE  went.
“My Dearest and...

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I wander through its corridors
 And up its winding stairs
 I enter cobwebbed rooms
 And find the yesteryears

 I wander through its seasons
 And find...

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Our Mate Charlie Brummell
Yes mate we went a droving back in nineteen fifty eight, 
The drovers cook was pretty rough, he couldn`t wash a plate....

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Blank sheet, taunting me 
Daring the person I used to be 
To blurt it out, let words flow free 
But too deep into my insecurity...

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Poor Miss Carrie was scared of anything to do with Halloween,
She’d jump at just the sheer mention of this holiday, no please 
Let’s just talk...

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