Best Crookedly Poems

The old man sighed
Sitting on a rock next to a pond
Crookedly balancing Yin and Yang between his eyelashes
Conversing with the Lady of the pond
Jade eyes...

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There is nothing weaker than water
But none is superior to it in overcoming the hard,
For which there is no substitute.
(Laotse, "Nothing Weaker Than Water", Lin...

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Quietly, the memory of my grandfather manifested itself,
In the colors and shimmers of the Holy Spirit, 
I saw his human face,
The familiar lines, the flesh,
The...

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Cascades of stretching autumn ivy
snuggle close to the verdigris hardware
of an intricately carved, but sun-bleached
walnut door under a collapsing portico.

Droplets of sweat trace jigsaw trails
through...

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RAIN AND FLOOD

Raining all through the night,
Mum and Dad kept busy 
wading water .
Soon, the flood overflew 
 the wooden bench we 
Sat on. And...

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‘ Legendary …’  ( Part  4 (of) 4 ) 



Now, that the Maiden was Unaided, Quickly, ‘He’ Located, Her Craftily
Beth, was in A...

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soon all that will be left is a jar with
 a vertibrae and rubbing alcohol.

  methusela growing long exo-sceletal fingernails
 in his seven hundreth...

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Once there was an elder who possessed a fortune vast.
He was the proprietor of lands he had amassed,
dwellings and retainers and a mansion huge and...

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Crookedly cunning,
Hurtful and sly;
Always a liar:
Risky to buy.
Lacking integrity,
And a willingness to try:
This true chameleon,
An artful scallion;
Not likely to change,until he die.

   ...

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In this crooked chair i sit
at this crooked table
at this crooked desk
and write my crooked thoughts
looking out the crooked window
out onto the crooked crooked street
thinking...

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an old shed leans crookedly in the tall 
grass.

  a door is lifted and opened.

 like a warn vinyl record to the needle 
rusty...

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in the back of the bus they sit akwardly across from each 
other. the smell of pabst and pall mall cigerettes magnetically repells against strawberry...

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a grandfather clock in  the corner of the
 room turns its grayhead and sounds.

it is the hour of salt... it is the hour of...

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Weathered Windows


Savor the meadow as far as eyes grasped;
Wildlife walk gingerly;
Walked behind them, nodded.
Purple and orange wildflowers
Just didn't fit.
Twenty one posts with mildew
Surrounded the thrown...

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When I shut the door
reduce your blatant name
to silence, I don’t caress
but sob your skin.
A pen carves paper.
as I shrink and crookedly
sip the lack in...

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