Best Dendrites Poems

A visitor—
icicle fingers
tapping on my windows' pain—
white blanket in tow

Hurting enough, I paid him no mind
so he kept tap, tap, tapping
‘til cobweb-like cracks appeared:
a final,...

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Being stuck is how I learned I am a cartoonist,
A poet, a writer, a painter.
Being stuck is what makes me 
Seek something new that will...

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L ittle voices, rising in volume and pitch
I mploring teacher, begs all available aids to help pop 
C oats, hats, muffs, mitts, sweaters, gloves, socks,...

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So easily my brain ceases to be
Lacked in comfort how hectic it could be 
Brain cells wrapped around membranes like tree stems

Within the frameworks of...

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MY WINTER

Prepared for this cold winter?
Tree fronds hang their heads,
flashing lights hang tight.
Bowed and bollixed presents —
depressed.  The absence of
a merry Spring — the...

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Introduction: one of the nice aspects of having an oeuvre as a poet is the ability to see where you have changed over the years....

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intoxicated by entwined souls,
breasts beating, breathing
in the amalgamation of us.
trust in lips, tongues, stress
of otherworldly communication.

neo-occasion of bare skin,
slightly shy, surrendering
to the shift and slide—
sensuality...

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Personification is my favorite poem to write.
I can fly to my nest and feed my eaglets, 
or I can scare humans to death with my...

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My lover is to me a cluster of henna blossoms
     from the vineyard of En Gedi.

Song of Songs 1:14 NIV

he is...

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I slid the slider to my art studio with cautious optimism,
Hoping to find my brushes and glitter and paint and glue
Somewhere close to where I...

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God lets us see life from every angle. Anklebiters that we are. Fist fighters, black-eyed contenders, snivelers. The boss looks down, looks into our eyes,...

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Moonbow magic held me spellbound,
Momentarily enthralled, I climbed to new heights,
Momentously inspired, I painted the ultimate,
Making magic with oranges, reds, and pinks shooting
Magically into a...

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Rejuvenating world 
A sun of orange, yellow, and red.
Blue bird tree, ebony swirled
Artist clearly has creative head

Exhilarating magic
Whimsical ideas profound
Spiral snow fantastic
Appreciation all around

Circulating in...

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The greens of the forest open my mind
tantalizing me with their well-kept secrets
wowing me with their varieties and textures
refreshing me with a shiny coolness not...

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The truth is there but hidden from the concretes.
The metaphors resounding in the path of elephants
Drowned out by thinkers who do not connect the swirls
With...

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