Best Denizens Poems

A whistling wheezing hamlet, whispering and emanating, tunes euphonic, 
In a remote isolated valley, far-flung from the abode of the temporal, 
Warbling quietly to whistle...

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Welcome to the Bijou

Sometimes the creepiest places are old.
There’s a smell to them of stale nicotine
and rancid oil.

The denizens are often as ancient
as the peeling...

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Image: Cloud Fantasy, by Susan Lawrence

On spring's green carpet I repose, revitalizing the soul
passing slow minutes pondering the sky

The lake whispers a morning meditation
as memories...

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The Thunder Rolls

the sultry June afternoon drips with sweat
as the impending tempest approaches
the sun struggles for its last breath of light
and an eerie stillness hangs...

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Scrambling tooth and nail for a patterned fate
I approached the lofty mansion of Learning's Gate.
All cued up for a slip of paper - the one...

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Being gay is a nightmare,
Yet not for what it's worth,
But for the social wear and tear,
Of not fitting in on Earth.

Does my taste for men...

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A magic mirror told the queen that Snow White was the fairest in the land!
This put Her Majesty in a terrible snit and to the...

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Ice crystal contrails cerulean skies crisscross,
Grazing the wispy clouds of cottony linens
Like smooth white, waxy strings of dental floss
Strung out high above these heavenly denizens.

Grazing...

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Upon this world in centuries long past, 
  Dwelt in woodland glades and pastures fresh, 
The spirit of Utopia was cast 
  By...

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What pushes my pen in this whimsical notch of the world?

   Something whispers to me like an elder dream....
  
  ...

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as the hen settled down on her eggs
  and the burro brayed his last bray
the moon slowly rose in the sky
  fulsome and...

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The days are long and unproud, they brood...
  and please not the weary soul wearying in its wake;
  when gnashing snow and rain...

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' The gods' spake to all who had 'wide' ears...
but all they heard was Apollo's muse....'
   

How leavened my soul to search,
 ...

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One fine day as I was traversing the green,
in the last throes of Autumns'  twilight.
I sat upon a flat stone,
overlooking a trilling brook,
to ponder...

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The Tear Collector


Tears they fall, sometimes bless-ed
In their burning
Watered reminders of a hearts capacity
To connect emotions
Soft welling they sting
And find their language of wet lashes
Run...

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