Best Cues Poems

On an early spring morning, butterflies 
 flutter among  dancing leaves,
  While windsongs float within a breeze
 As the monarch flies

 In a...

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What if love is my muse,
and you are the rosy
red poem in my soul?
Will you lead 
my ink to feel 
your warm air—
thaw hail in...

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"In my fragile little ship, I sail, sail
In the tempestuous sea of life
Dodging life's pressures, to doldrums outlast"~ by poet

Breathing in and out the notes...

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Let me lead you on a voyage to the singularity,
where mind and world collide.

What is the mind?
A filter that selects and connects,
   the...

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Take me to the place where the aromatic fragrance
threatens to envelop our obelisks glorifying death;
to the place where the seraphim of old long to steal...

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summer theater

summer plays her part
 never misses lines or cues ~
  fall waits in the wings

8-27-20...

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The town was all a flutter; Zombie the Musical, was coming to town.
We all signed up as extras… Yes, as Zombies… here we did come.
Bruce...

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Whispers of Light color the Night in lifeless hues
Musical Notes arrayed in soft Quotes for a muse
Filling up Lives with captivating Archives in cues
For moments...

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Below the alabaster clouds,
and ever changing canvas skies
Along a stream of golden pearls,
encased in truths and wayward sighs

Of glowing share and moonlit cues,
where fate does...

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A prolific singer, you mimic songs of Blue Jays -
               ...

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I walk through the wooded area near my home where a monarch butterfly greets me. I watch it as it swims into the air, letting...

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Written: January 07, 2024
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eyes are soul gates    ...

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Take elsewhere on your tongue
Ponder seldom being wrong
Slip away where near is rare
Battle lions in their lair
Educate the underclass
Run fingers over broken glass
Tell time again...

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He writes to me in curly cues painting 
fractals on pressed paper made of rice.
Shreds of simple stalks are beaten to 
bare the smoothness of...

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On the pan she cracks on the edges
Flows in her white gold love rashes;
Wet to oil, bottoms turn up in fumes
Sigh, sizzles to burns in...

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