Best Crayoned Poems

The crayoned rainbow
Got swallowed by her sea bed,
Sinking deep inside....

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I spin, faster and faster…    
losing control, I am a propeller rising.
Once, you were my mystery to solve,
my gift to unwrap -
my...

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Growing older is a garden of graces . . .
disgraces, wild goose chases, closed in places.
It is an imperceptible tottering of time on a
conveyer belt,...

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What happened to my boisterous boy,
      beloved keeper 
           ...

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September, I welcome your brand new moon,
Fun autumn color changes that occur
Blessing new seeds to fulfill new fruit soon
Falling in love with autumn cool breeze...

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The Old Pier  (a picture poem)

beneath the boundary layer of air and sea
twirling vortexes of frenzied waters 
incessantly corrode 
the aging pillars below

the ravaged...

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“Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope.” 
? Dr. Seuss


Looking At...

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True earth 
crowded with the familiar facial form:
chalked on concrete
crayoned by children, 
squirted on birthday cakes, 
in camera with teeth all whitened, 
portraited, imitated, formulated....

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In the center, flesh
at her heart
red rivers
flow,

moss feet, soft
as wildflower fields
grow

canyons crayoned
stenciled against
mist and twilight

sky eyes, clouds
pass
through mountains
of moonlight,

Mother
bless me tonight.





This poem is for the...

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she said that yellow didn't suit
said she was leavin' me to boot
took all her shoes, of most the hues
'n' she left me nothin' but the...

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red letters crayoned
scared since the note passed along….
Impassioned kiss spawned...

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an editor's lament

I'm sick of shitty verses, mine and yours
Keep them far outside my office doors
	In the postal drawer
	I see eighty-four
Surely I will die if...

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Everyday of our no-stop lives we fail to see our fragility
We ignore the vulnerability of our world…living in sandcastles

Carefree and pompous we build our illusion...

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Amongst scribble crayoned clouds and an autumn sun,
Honey butter, pure and innocent flow as one.
Tiny undistinguished flickering candlelight
Losing itself in serenity of the dim sky's...

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Get out your sponges, stippling brushes and pens,
It’s time for makeover-Monday-night to begin.
Think Winky Lux, L’Oréal, Urban Decay,
Maybelline, Armani and Fabergé

It’s a black magic realm...

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