Best Conveniently Poems

A grove of magnolias perfumes the air
as they sit absorbed in one another's gaze,
she with her crochet and he with his collectibles
uneasy in their pleasure...

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A. W. Nutter

Fog from my breath in the way
Temporarily impeding my vision
A small lamp, illuminates my prey
Unaware, of his impending execution

Rons wife, conveniently out of...

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I regret not writing you down,
You swam through my mind
Linking words and thoughts
With gossamer chains
That glistened with meaning,

But the kitchen can was calling my name
Using...

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(Giving voice to those who suffered and believe in poetic justice)

Should I cut the corner of your coat?
Too many times you tried to squeeze my...

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Gazing down along the zealously
Monitored borders of well clipped
Evergreen Privet hedges.
Standing watchful guard over 
Divisions
Re-enforced by concrete posts and
Darkly stained, wooden, wavy-lap 
Fences;
Age-old neighbourly disputes,...

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There are those who have fallen
in the eyes of this world,
one’s “sins” more damaging than the next.
“Skeletons from closets”
so ruthlessly hurled
and so many people are...

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in the night, he reaches, my body responds, aching to be near 
yet the mind screams, pulls back inside its deep recesses
familiar pain rears, sits...

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A grove of magnolias perfumed the air
as they sat absorbed in one another's gaze,
she with her crochet and he with his collectibles
uneasy in their pleasure...

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I went out for the newspaper at the usual time this morning, shortly after 5AM, (yes, I'm one of the "odd few" who still enjoys...

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Summers Sweet Caress


In natures tranquil embrace cuddled within summers caress
I envision your fanciful face and my love for you can impress
Where the Cupids will brace...

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On Willard Creek, a marsh does lay, 
upon a soft soliloquy of a dormant day...

The moss medusa within her array,
spreads a garden green for our...

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"A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else."  _ John Burroughs


In the Garden of...

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Self righteous there, he stands and preens, this perfect specimen
Due to Mothers nurturing, alive and prospering.
Forgotten are the years of toil, the Mothers care and...

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Sniff, sniff; smell that?
The bridges are burning,
There goes the kinship, 
You’ll never be earning,

‘Cause blood is thicker,
Or so you claim,
You carved in the truth,
The name...

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With women the heart argues, not the mind.
MATTHEW ARNOLD, Merope

1. The stand of old growth Melalucas,  graces the lowlands of our farm.
For over fifty...

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