Best Crisped Poems

PROLOGUE
The Flame, aflicker, licks and flays,
illuming evening’s negligees
With braided curls she swirls and sways,
and flits and floats in light ballets

           APOLOGUE
A Flame, to conquer creeping fog,
flew dancing towards a random log
Her flight perplexed a leery...

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Frost crisped, the lawn remained
beneath the frozen dew.
Water dripped to ice as gutters drained.
The cardinal bids the day adieu;
the winter storm has left a gelid view....

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Figs stuffed with proscuitto and mascarpone cheese,
a plate of bacon wrapped scallops and pineapple.
French onion soup is bound to please
or garlic steamed mussels with which to grapple.
Artichoke hearts smothered in sherried cream;
pears with sugar and cinnamon in butter sauteed;
pork tenderloin medallions make a demi-glaced dream
while...

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For Timothy Lee


My fried anxieties and crisped lonely would unite in my sleep's 
repeat nightmares where a roster of random monsters pursued 
their viewed, vile end of me.  My pulsing terrors urged I run fast
but my feet always turned to absurd concrete, freezing me...

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If people were named after colors, I would name you Orange.

Not just any shade of orange...

The type of orange crisped on the edge of sunsets

Or maybe

A bold orange on a flame licking a match

Or maybe

An orange that melts so effortlessly into the scarlet tips of...

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Her hair was red, frizz with frost
Crisped, solidity, warmth was lost

Porcelain skin, eyes of deep blue
Hair falling in wisps, reminds you of someone, 
you likely once knew

how her voice danced, twirled dangerously in a box
of concrete and bricks, the soft patters of her socks

on the...

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Dawn iced the birdbath and crisped the sunless air
to show time for winter to claim its shivered share.
Indeed the season is born again anew
just like the ones as a boy I knew.

So it is with every season since planet’s birth.
Each comes again asserting its worth
and...

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The time for frost has not arrived, the morning sunlight’s dampened
by the chill of evening dew, the grass still grows though slowly now.

Within, chill copper pipes ping, once again breaking the silence of night.
The field mice come unwelcomed to their winter nests inside my walls.

Morning...

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Wild rugged den of Hatfield and McCoy,
Entered the Union with birth pangs of war.
Sweet meadows punctuate inked river beds,
Trapped in mountains black wealth of coal.

Volunteers--first to send her sons to serve.
In hidden glens Bigfoot and Mothman roam.
Raging rivers white water rafters ride;
Green valleys house her...

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Blessed me as a Girl, why god?why me?
Its me or my weak soul?
Somebody can be so cruel, I didn't understand the semantics of life?
I couldn't resist strength to collide with them.
Was Woefully screaming but nobody could hear me!
Beyond imagination  I went through the obscured...

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Brought back from the world of fantasies 
By the 8’o clock warning device
Raised up undesirably at a lazy pace
Retrieving the welcoming hateful whole day race. 

Jaded by the whole day lecture and ruined by assignments
Projects got to be compiled and pending PPTs
Next week’s above mentioned...

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Fall is:

Dragonflies, empty nests
Pumpkin pies, shedding trees

Brown meadows, Monarch butterflies
Crisped carpets of Autumn leaves

It’s a frosty feel of finality
That all good things must end

That things must die Is simply reality
Tis not a question of if, but when

It’s a harbinger of things to come
As well a...

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Tree-finger enchantments
   Shimmer pedantic staccato;
Violinist plucked
   Long-tails, blue in snow,
      Bewitched no longer, frolic.
   Embrace Poseidon.
       Whisper labyrinths cool to the wake.
East, I see an oblong ship pirouette
...

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A hint of blush
‘pon the tips
Of leaves still lush
As lover’s lips

A breeze that sighs
As if t’was tired
Of mid-Summer highs
In doldrums mired

A crisped dry smell
Perfumes the air
Clings tight as well
To clothes and hair

A dusk that darkles
With unseemly haste
Midst Fireflies sparkle
Midst daylight chased

A trace of wood smoke
Scents...

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Perhaps is the word
Perhaps is what i wish to hear..
When after a long walk,
You will sit at the corner of life,
And look back to see,
Perhaps your eyes will search for me...
And i will wave my hand
From where i had been waiting for so long.
Perhaps you...

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