Best Crisply Poems

When heinous fangs
of life drain
the amethyst glow
flowing above 
infected ripples of time,
I question the 
chaos that claims
serenity through 
saline serenade 
of sirens, composed 
with midnight ink
across a mazed face 
of a starless canvas,
What if these coastal
conch confettis want to
skip heartbeats with
peridot rhymes inscribed
as reefy runes?...

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There is a place called beautiful nestled deep in my mind's eye
Gingham curtains crisply pressed frame periwinkle summer sky
Brass kettle on the old gas stove reflects cast iron pans
And always at the kitchen sink, I see busy, wrinkled hands.

There is a place called beautiful, I'm...

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Emerald etchings are given birth 
to bask their lives in summer's sun, 
until brushing brutal winters cheek, 
They cower yellow; brown undone. 
Swirling down onto concrete pyres, 
They somersault to a random grave. 
The earth lays claim to copper corpses 
But the winter wind is...

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Walking upon the ground singing
frozen solid crisply cracking ice reality
each step inside a crunching golden morning
Alone looking towards the rising sun 
cold wind cutting chill to the bone
clouds shade pink to grey 
Winds blowing cold breathing whispers 
whistling in chilling howls echoes deeply
Staring faraway over...

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Emerald etchings are given birth
to bask their lives in summer’s sun,
until brushing brutal winters cheek,
they cower yellow; brown undone.
Swirling down onto concrete pyres, 
they somersault to a random grave.
The earth lays claim to copper corpses
but the winter wind is a cunning knave.
It finds and flips...

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Xanadu may exude such percussive bliss
Youthful romps and a coy stolen kiss
Lightly tapping in jaunty melifulous splendor
Orpheus muse prances playfully tender
Pounding with swift light jazzy flourishes
Heart and soul the xylophone nourishes
Oblivious to troubles I cannot stop my feet
Notions of love brightly swing to the beat
Each...

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Paint a picture with your mind
Dust out your cluttered head
Close the outer eye and open 
Imagination’s keenest eye within

See now grassy hills that rise and fall
See the crisp blue stream that winds along
Now the downy clouds reflected in
The water far below its floating waves

Hear the...

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Walking	-     leaves crackle crisply
Strolling	-     leaves shuffle and bugs scamper
Running	-     leaves crack and explode powder dry
Sitting	-     leaves clack softly as they hit the ground

Walking in snow - leaf voices are...

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“Nightingale and Roses”

the heart burst open
like a canary cracks open its cage with a song
listening to the nightingale with roses
flying like a throatful soul escaping 
from somewhere deep within,
soaring out the cavern measureless to man,
that loaded chamber made of bone and skin,
to perch itself for...

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"Azure Vistas"

Azure vistas presented themselves to me
rolling inwards the clouds like tumbleweeds
mercilessly bump fallen angels off the map
like torrents of rain falling petulantly on blunt contracts

I glimpsed the sweet refrain of a resurrection
swift upon a storm of golden rays 
the bare feet of new tongues...

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in your memories
ebbing, white-capped
look upon me in enduring favor

one moment plucked
from the rest
still crisply descriptive
when most is lost

these abandoned cells
bide in hope
of being revisited
begged to tell their fable
one last time

in your mirror
an unfamiliar girl
let me remind you...

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Sam Antix, Shuffling, Stands
Battered, Bloody, Body
Turns, Towards, Taking
Course, Cold, Cavern, Cave
Vocal, Voice, Vibrating
Frequency, 538, Forward
Face, Fierce, Foe
Only, Option, Open
Defy, Defend, Defeat
Star, Same, Seek
Princess, Prisoner, Pointed, Peak

Thirty feet within the darkness band
There appears movement upon distant sand
Demons of yellow fire forming clan
Sam dropped to his knees...

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SILVER Moon
           
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That's where her house used to stand
smack dab in the middle of a dead end road
The prettiest talker you'd ever want to hear
Known for her elegant tea parties in her grand abode

Red roses adorned the dining room
Velvet petals sprinkled on linen crisply white
Dainty finger sandwiches...

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The brisk Autumn breeze
crisply smiles and leaves
inviting seasonal ascendance.
Past dark hollowed eaves
her departing breath weaves
a path for Winter's wondrous entrance.

Courtly canyons kowtow 
the mighty mesas bow
sparking December's grand revival.
Barren branches applaud
as mountain peaks laud
Jack Frost's ever welcomed arrival.

Carols liltingly sung
whilst wreaths are gently hung 
silver...

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