Best Cubes Poems

Alas
how they suffer
poverty seeds disease 
like a puddle breeds mosquitoes - 
the sickly buzz is everywhere..

the dirge of the drudge 
nowadays damn near everyone in...

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Leaves of the Dead

Les feuilles mortes 



They fall like dead soldiers
Dreams knifed in the dead of night
It is as yesterday
Once more
Where love was kissing my...

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My skin petrified, mummifying my hand
upon pools of brittle ice
like curdled blood piercing veins: I watch
the moon bathing its flesh,
 
in crystal yellow, waxing a...

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She dresses the land down
in a virginal bridal gown 
a masterfully cut and sewn chenille 
shines brightly with a fine crystal appeal

Her assistants work quite diligently
to add special...

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Looking at the vast azure sky, one can't help, but feel small;
as crowds of ants run in terror of cathedral-sized Converse.
I left sugar cubes next...

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Old Zack Adams sits a slouch’n so sloppy drunk on a bar-room stool,
Wear’n his cheap-threaded cowboy suit and a stained satin shirt.
All the while a...

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Flying Saucers, Flake, Bar Six
Country Style, Gobstoppers, Twix.

Toffee Crisp and Dairy Crunch
Grand Seville and Milky Lunch.

Arrow Bars and Sherbert Dabs
Caramac and Lucky Bags.

Bluebird Toffee slabs...

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Pantoums are like Rubik's cubes, but not as satisfying to throw....

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She walks the paths less traveled
collecting wild flowers and fallen butterflies,
She knows that if she just keeps walking
she'll find herself where she once was,
Only she...

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If you wait until the sun goes down,
a thousand suns will rise.
Artificial, bright, igniting
tangled clouds in smoggy skies,
and flooding dingy streets
with fluorescent streams of light
that...

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Dear Alliteration, 
First friend, foremost;
Forgetting not,
Shy Allegory, 
Dressed in Allusion; 
Sweet Anaphora, 
How I need thee! 
How I need thee!
 
And Assonance; 
Never deep asleep,...

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Ye are the salt of the earth: but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it 
be salted? It is henceforth cast out,...

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You start with a small pumpkin.
Clean it, cut in cubes,
Fry with bacon and onions
A little butter.
Add salt and pepper
Till tender
Sigh!

Written 10.26.2017
Andrea Dietrich’s Contest:
Make Me Drool...

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Giant blowing winds like slabs of butter.
Meltdown like frozen cubes of ice.
Leaves blowing around as trees go bare.
I plant my garden of words and watch...

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