Best Come Short Poems

"September, beautiful month of my birth, is nigh, but I cannot feel glad."

September, drifting in with glow of moon,
you stifle Summer’s ardor. . . and...

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**"And his name was Jack"**

No one perceives what abides above the clouds. 
A giant, a harp, maybe golden eggs. 
I demand to see and feel...

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You lay upon the warm wet earth
now ripped from limb to limb.
Your present shape denies the girth
of your form in its prime.

A life cut short...

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The worldliness within the sphere     
reflecting morning light, 
as poignant as a single tear 
idea bright is crystal clear 
and frames...

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COCAINE Is Her Name  ( Addiction )

COCAINE is her name. They call her COKE for short.
She came into this Country, without a Passport.
Since then...

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Part I

Where gladiators fought for life,
we meet to fight for love
The constellations in the Roman night sky,
celestial spectators, bathe the Colosseum
in the white blood of...

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In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
there are seven birds that I often get to see
as I walk on the tracks in pristine forestry,
in one...

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As dusk's misty tones awake from silence,
darkness fades, as birds gather to rejoice.
A beautiful reminder of patience,
their sweet melodies give nature her voice.

Darkness fades, as...

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I went cruising to Norway with my wife across the North Sea
We travelled the route the Vikings took but with added luxury
Our first port of...

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--Virginia Slim--

Different eyes, the same world 
Ancient skin, dirty Indian Girl 
Smokey, eyes, exotic raven hair 
---Now listen to  the colors, of transformation, 
On...

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~The Narwhal Beckons Before Dawn~

   If I could sing a song,
   It wouldn't be just any song.
   I would...

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Remember me...

A  fresh sweet scent

of  last gardenia

on yesterday's linen sheets

Remember me...

A cherry bud

in your backyard orchard

revealing  first pink shades

in once upon a...

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It’s only the good that die young.
I sadly have found it seems true.
While evil across earth is flung,
God’s purest of souls are too few.

I sadly...

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POTD 7th Mar 2018

I trust you like the music video clip which enhances the poem

Like dark molten honey caressing her tongue
and soul food for taste...

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Why I am here in Poetrysoup?

I like a seed carelessly thrown 
upon dirty solid black, brown rocks,
I strive, thrived to grow 
despite big rough blocks..

words......

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