Best Crusted Poems

a poet, you say? pardon no, not am I
there's only ONE poet - He writes on the
       sky
of sunsets...

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I am here now
Presence my companion
Rising I put my two feet
On the ground
I give thanks as I open my eyes
To this new day
A divine delicious...

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Mourn not my Son... your Father's dead
And there's nothing to be done.
Do not mount the battlements in my defense
As the race was fairly won.

The kitchen...

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You, my homeland
Are of a beauty unrivaled
From one coast to the other
Your plains and rolling hills and pointy peaks
Cry to the heavens of freedom
Your jagged...

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In Ordinary Cups

The blades of winter grind into the ice
like blood on a bitten lip
two lovers spin and twirl
The days pass from teacup to teacup
in...

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Earth whispers
I hear her
I am here to receive 
Nuances of flight and discovery
My senses warm with anticipation

Fragments of hope and desire
Pain and loss
Arrive on moonbeams...

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Jack Frost, Jack Frost, how we feel your icy touch.
The earth lies under your freezing clutch.
You are a sneaking thief coming to steal the russet...

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Because you’re a poet, that’s why 


Behind the thick crimson and gold thread curtains
he stands listening to the din of the audience
searching their seats for...

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There is a sense of trespass 
on this frost enameled morning
as I leave my footprints graffitied
across the white grass,
sending the noise of every step 
to...

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A clinging coolness in the morning air
Makes boyhood autumns live once more—
Blue-ribbon produce at the county fair,
Father trimming a newly sticking  door.

Walking to school...

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Confession Seeks Forgiveness – I Do Not


I will not confess, nor beg forgiveness,
for the sins of others, unrepentant,
nor succumb to “Inquisition’s” game,
accept their scars in...

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Blossom of baby's breath,soft white
Dusted my shoes in the morning light;
Brushing gorse,crusted yellow
Over the stream with weeping willow;
Into the wood of rush patterned lace
Across a...

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I will send my Love thru timeless space
No other emotion shall take its place
And as it lands on the many moons
You will see explosions of...

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Porcelain shroud slowly falls;
hapless Mother trapped inside.
For the next twelve weeks at least,
her time she’ll be forced to bide.

Returning from his exile,
Uncle Jack’s come out...

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The sea shore, where thoughts become untied,
and the spirit yearns with its ebb and flow,
watching the sun cut across the horizon like a dull knife,
as...

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