Best Dabbing Poems

Often I harken back
to a very wise poet,
how “life is but a stage”

of tender moments
splashed and splattered
by fierce jabs of passionate 
heated rage 

such opera the workings of 
fallible human hearts~ such a 
masterful organ still an infant
unwinding with tyrannic-like 
stops and starts 

Where would...

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You wonder why, my love
These memories flitter in the hallways of my mind
Knocking on the door
of every room
Where I’ve hung
Do not Disturb Signs
For I don’t want to remember you
My Paradise Lost and yet….

Oh, you wonder why, my love
I still rise to open the door
Why I...

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IT TAKES TIME TO SEE THE LIGHT

Death is best taught in the dark
Fetching sticks, setting sparks
Its bag of tricks: sickness and hope
A black curtain vanishes
The magician leaves you with a moonless night
A lonely night without stars
And you work to locate those sparkling crystals
And place them...

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When brainwaves strive against my need for sleep,
I exercise to help my mind calm down.
When pressures get so bad I want to weep,
I do yard work or jog a while through town.
A dear pet or a loved one's home going -
out come the tissues, dabbing...

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BEQUEATHED BONNIE SQUARE
                         
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My little Eden -- 
before the fall

a screened porch
in the shade of
an ancient
overarching
fig tree

small wonder
Adam and Eve
needed only one each
to hide their new
nakedness -- 

chicks in their spring nests
chirping away, feeling nurtured
and protected

oblivious to the serpent
apples not his only ripe
fooled by his appealing strutting
fruited limbs...

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City streets spew fire on sunburnt July day.
Dabbing sweat from brow, I meld into paved sea. 
Mick cries out "Angie" from quaint corner café;
slowing steps, I search his stripped-bare poignancy.

Strangers strut in sync with street’s allegro beat.
Pigeons peck concrete, hungry coos offbeat.
Sullen faces fall, diverting...

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Whose face stares back at me
from this strangely shaped mirror?
Where could I be? I do not have a mirror
that looks like this. Am I that lady in the mirror?
I touch my eyes. The woman in the mirror touches hers.
I blink my eyes. The lady in...

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Today is a dank day
veiling a sullen sun;
cloudy and overcast
with shifting shadows as
breezes blow hard and fast.

Today is a dank day,
dribbling droplets of rain
water a thirsty earth;
nurturing Nature and
hastening Spring's rebirth.

Today is a dank day
melting white into green,
dabbing it on the trees;
and promoting sprouting,
the soil...

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In London, away in a terrace
Half-hidden with elm trees and grime,
Lived young Violet, in her parents' house,
Left alone for near all of the time,

As her mother had no patience to teach her
And her father was working all day,
Violet read to herself through her childhood
Forgetting her...

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First Christmas without you, my dearest, my love
Cruelly taken too soon on the wings of a dove

How can I rejoice when my heart broke in two
Those memories still vivid of my last days with you

No holly, no ivy are decking the hall
No Christmas cards; no...

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I'm here rapping. 
All my fans their clapping. 
All the haters laughing. 
I don't listen to haters. 
Even if their bunch of dictators. 
People don't believe in me. 
Why should I be rapping for free.
I'm out here with a goatee.  
Some people say I'm...

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Motor is nudged to life in an arcing motion, arm pulling 
cord. Vein-furrowed hands grasp the fishing pole, 
slinging bait and tackle beneath one arm. Another 
arcing motion, arm casting pole. Bobber spins 
a helicopter course through sun-nipped air.
Loons call a soulful greeting, the moans...

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Am I the Assassin 
        or the Undertaker

                   For Palani 

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Spring suddenly transforms the snow,
as frigid days begin to warm.
And water and ice meld to sculpt
Queen Anne's lace in crystalline form.

Hanging from snowy roofs and eaves,
icicles sparkle like wet glass.
And melt into liquid rainbows,
when glistening droplets amass.

Nature beautifies the landscape,
dabbing patches of green on white.
And...

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