Best Depositing Poems

A pair of morning doves, preen and prim,
snuggled close on their favorite limb.
And cooing low, wake a sleeping sun;
singing praise, for a new day begun.

A slip of a ghostly moon rides low,
wearing its light like a pale halo.
And Sol ascends, master of the day,
heralding Dawn's...

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Oh, praying mantis, there with majesty,
you hold your slender arms so still and sweet,
in prayer like form that somehow makes us see
a kind and gentle species when we greet.

Your odd, triangle face responds your way
by nodding side to side, as if you hear
and grasp the...

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"Felt" 


some people 
have magic 
in their bones
it speaks 
another language
silencing the 
Kurdaitcha Man
seen pointing
unnecessarily
without conviction

time is ours
in this endless place
we circle rings
rippling our marks 
deep within trees 
depositing stories
they breathe
us in 
we breathe
them out

gifting 
their leaves 
we fall softly
crumpling
under others’ feet

the stories
conveyed 
and transferred
replenish...

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Tidal Waves


Brackish debris filled surf retreats
depositing into hard sand graves
pictures stolen from post cards

Shards of a city strewn disjointedly
still ticking clocks idled in the moment
streets awash in decorative disarray

liquid mud roiling through the streets
ravenous pain stalking its victims
cold shock of sunshine’s failure

hands clutching grabbing
carried on...

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'Twas nine o'clock on Monday morn 
And Ned was full of cheek, 
Depositing the cash he'd won 
From gambling through the week. 
 
The manager was curious 
And asked Ned for the drum 
On how he’d manage to procure 
Each week a tidy sum. 
...

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I wake up in the morning and have to decide which side of the bed I will get out of today – it 
doesn’t really matter, because there is no one there to block my exit on either side.

I turn on the TV, not to...

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The Nile River seems like standing still;
But is actually continuously running, continuously promising.
By day, by night;
Depositing on its shores sands and rocks and debris.
Green farms stretching along;
Tall palm trees overlooking the scene.
Trees’ long “jareed” (leaves) freshly green;
Old dry “jareed” are houses roofs.
Old leaves, old roofs,...

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The ocean journey ends
gathering at the shore.
An undulating sea climaxes
onto the sandy beach
depositing tangles of
seaweed, debris and shells.

Rocky sea caves reverberate
booms of incoming waves 
while the incessant cries of
seagulls squawk as they 
compete with pelicans for food.

Sea breezes whip up
salty sprays, like diamond 
rivulets that...

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PAUL VALERY TRANSLATION: “SECRET ODE”

“Secret Ode” is a poem by the French poet Paul Valéry about collapsing after a vigorous dance, watching the sun set, and seeing the immensity of the night sky as the stars begin to appear. 

Ode secrète (“Secret Ode”)
by Paul Valéry
loose...

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I wrote a sad but true urban legend called “Dillen and the DMV” last week.
Here follows an update.

Background Review:

One of my health care employees, Dillen, has wicked ADD, borderline intelligence, not qualifying for disability supports, which are few 
and those few minimal at best anyway,...

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(Sundays)


Each street sounded of
Lawn mowers, laughter, bicycles and bells
The odd car being revved up
And oh my! The heavenly smells
Each towns aroma was roast beef
Gravy and yorkie puds

When hungry tummies with baited breaths
Sneaked to the shops for sweets and other forbidden goods
Latch dogs roamed free in...

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"when the Gods want to punish you, they answer your prayers"
                                  --line...

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APROPOS THE REFUGEE...

There is nothing left here
for death to claim; even hunger
has abandoned the swollen bellies
and parched skin of the walking dead:
eyes of gigantic pupils sunken deep
into desiccated cranial caverns.

In this fenced graveyard of waning life, flies
soar to and fro---depositing metaphoric maggots
in the midst of...

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A joint account of love

You asked, we to open, my darling 

An idea, I certainly applauded 

With all my soul’s might  


But


To my dismay soon realized  

That the only one depositing was I 

While you, always amounts withdrew

Till all was gone, then you...

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Melodies of trombones
Flutes and trumpets
Masquerading in the
Moonlight of passion
Fingers strumming
Rhythmically across
My nipples
Crescendo rising as
Your tongue enters
Inside of me
Flashes of light
Energy surging throughout
My thick frame
Dancing harmoniously
We become one fused
With the polyrhythm of
Acid jazz
Simultaneously depositing
Our sexual eruptions
Into each others
Mouths…...

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