Best Cottoned Poems

Soft breath winds crossed the field

Wildflowers bending in its reverence

Cottoned clouds in their endless journey

While the brook chattered over rocks

It was a secret place

Discovered on a Sunday walk

And later our place for picnics and passion

In the warm days of spring and new beginnings

 

Carrion crows...

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tears rip at the seams of memories’ betrayed  trust
like liquid fists gushing through desolate waterfalls
gargling bloodied sobs upon lungs lumped with crust,
wet, wet on crumbled sagas  of  tortured, brick walls

this is the pang of swallows falling dark… the pain,
of a painful...

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A Home Brew Fiasco

My lips were parched, my tongue on fire
another shot I did so very much desire
Thank my pappy for this kicking home brew
O' Lord, how to make it, if only I knew!

Sun was about set into its rosy red glow
three hills over was...

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Jackie Hall was very very tall
But I was very very small
I’d shrink back in the shadows for fear of being seen
Because Jackie and her gang were very very mean.

My only time of sanctuary was when I heard the bell
I’d dash out of the classroom, and...

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Those long days gone by
in wisps of Autumn fields
how rare that it was at
Uncle Paul's in  October.
He kept the orchard smooth as horse skin,
the grass cleanly mowed.
And the sidesteps were trimmed and
neat, no weeds in his backyard grew.
Sitting within this hunk of splendor
was his...

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Welcome
The time around filled with juvenility
The season solaced by the aura of odiferous 
The world primed with unity
The love lived over by the essence of glorious.

Dream
A life lived on top of the world
A garden sated by the aroma of flowers
A nation saluted with laud
A peace...

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Soft mist in air 
fire weed white fluff 
on a land colored buff
dancing portament'd scoop
by deserted wind loop
speaking of history in fain
sighing to banish past never rain
discern woodwind flute made of apricot wood
reminding thou flowers upper part hood
forging its ancient risen saints
to cuddle each and...

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The bar is tacky and unclean. The lighting early modern neon.
dead insects litter glowing tubes.
I found him in the corner nursing an empty glass.

“Are you recording this?”
“Yes.”
“Good, very good”

“Let’s get started then. Are you a bad person?”

“I never took to sin much you know, I...

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The night is asleep with its lamp lit
on the pillow of cottoned clouds
wrapped in sheet of vast welkin
and the breeze running its
fingers through its mane
while crystal stars
like empires
guarding
her.

copyright: 02072017...

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that dime that our life can turn upon
what was wanted, been attained, then gone
to pick from our ground, a penny of thought
of that bill-of-goods we sold and bought

yet i don't give quarter or take a bit
life's bill-of-fare, a fair tendered chit
was well worth the price...

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I dreamed of a green wonderland,
Covered in stunning leaves connected to the strongest of trees.
Valiantly the Bear Grass covers the dirt, 
As if we had stepped in Alice’s Wonderland
Or a figment of Dr. Seuss?
 
I dreamed of a green wonderland,
Where each body of rolling water,
Created...

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MELANCHOLY
    We hit it off on our blind date
    Eye candy you thought I was
   A bit of fluff I thought you were
    Remember the eye sex,
    Sweeter than honey it...

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I was going to swap my brain for another
but then i changed my mind
thought i seen a bus
but that was just unfinished business
U  something  S has come between
Feel that    your skin
-----------------under
If crows 
killed in a group
would that be a murderous...

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This was 1952, when men were too manly to like cats.
Anyway, we were told this often by old ugly bats.
But one day I was stopped dead in my tracks.
By the loveliest woman I’d seen; her name was Max.

Max had one of those faces like Lauren...

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Thermite skies burning through the storm
Hapless waves contort their form
Every whisper cottoned with a foaming roar

Shoreline beaten and eroded
Tryst becomes a love affair
Oiled dabs and daubs
Rinsed highlights splattered with death blacks
Mesmerised by storms eye quiet lack...

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