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

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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...

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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...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Mind-lashing words steep me deep into your olid casket of rancid oil,
soul, my blistering sore, gangrenous from your slow simmer to break-neck boil.
Pus green rupturing,...

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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....

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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...

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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...

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Tree-finger enchantments
   Shimmer pedantic staccato;
Violinist plucked
   Long-tails, blue in snow,
      Bewitched no longer, frolic.
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