Best Diagonally Poems

not quite 
White Christmas,
but that'll do.
'tis the next best thing!

celestial confetti 
comes tumbling down 
at noon time 
generously,
incessantly;

palpable excitement 
hangs like hope in the firmament 
one of several 
children at play 
extracts her tongue 
waiting;
some did land...

and she squeals with joy!
ah, ivory flakes...
down they come;
tiny...

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Quietly filling
 deep cups of the red blossoms.
 The morning sunrise.

 The rock bowl is full.
 Filled by the rain for the birds
 and for my quiet mind.

 Dried stalks of rhubarb
 turn brittle in the summer.
 Born again next year.

 The sparrows come back
...

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The rivers are racing with a glee of free morning stampede today
carrying the currency of silted centuries and the cool silk of the wind's summer saga,
within my heart I feel the rambunctious rush of wanderlust
this river is tempting us to bleed for treasure, for the...

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Pawn
You've been a peon, lowly pawn your whole life
Never amounted to much,
nothing much ever went right
Grew up dirt piss poor,
never knew the reason why
you were put on this earth for
So you start cyber chasing every get-rich-scam or scheme,
cashing out is a lame loser's favorite daily...

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Man you a wizard warlocking written to spellbinding spoken word.
Jargoning prolific prophetic like the bible real truth.
I'm xeroxing you so x-ray this diagonally
Awe inspired me like Edgar Allan Poetically
Your magic wand sleight of hand transform to a mic.
Hand quicker than the eye trick.
You the spoken...

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For your charges
Wear a bandolier diagonally
From shoulder to waist.
Fill it with rounds
Of crayons
The color of a rainbow
With that arched calm
Following a terror rain.

Let this be a lesson
To ring from bell to bell
For children 
Without number,
Without interruption....

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Oh, Marianna Grazia...
was my friendly neighbor,
a lovely lady in her eighties!
She became a widow when her
husband died of a brain tumor,
he was a sailor of many oceans;
how evident was the sadness
of Marianna Grazia!


She had a Grand Piano, made of cherry oak,
not covered with a speck...

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After the storm, my brother
(all gangly knees and elbows)
bore the brunt of its ferocious aftermath.

Every day after school
I watched his wiry biceps bulge a little
as his handsaw scritched against the tree
which had fallen diagonally across our front yard.

I witnessed the violence of metal on wood,
the...

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Beautiful stars twinkle in the clear, midnight sky.
As the stars align in the hemisphere, the twinkling begins to magnify!

The stars emerge, row upon row, diagonally and horizontally.
As light begins to surge, words begin to glow, and names are spelled out above me.

The names seem to...

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Oh! for the wet warm South Westerly 

                     after the cold white North Easterly leaving  

        ...

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Criss-Cross Acrostic*: Ai My Eye !

I  Was  Saw  Eye

Eye  Saw  Was  I

Eye  Was  Saw  I

I  Saw  Was  Eye


   *Construe as “words”  not as “letters”:
Lines 1 and 3 read alike reversed;
Lines...

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Ford's Theater, April 15th, 1865...
Petersen House, Washington, D.C.

I admit to own a passion
for the Civil War in general,
and the life and death of
the sixteenth president in particular
between a hard spot of whiskey
and draughts of arrack;
nonetheless (without doubt), this Yankee
would be fain to travel back
to Antebellum...

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Criss-Cross Acrostic: Ai My Eye 

Criss-Cross Acrostic: 

Note: *Construe as “words” not as “letters”: Lines 1 and 3 read alike reversed; Lines 2 and 4 read alike reversed; likewise vertically and diagonally from up-down or down-up mode. 


"Ai Ai My Eye !" 

I Was Saw...

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Loves lost anatomy
It’s heart resides in each body
To each there is autonomy
Some loves comes freely 
For others the headlines are gloomy
You could search there necrology 
Heartbreakers live in infamy
Wandering forever endlessly
Are the victims searching for what could be
They cry for they are so lonely
Living in...

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tracing lines on the syntax of multiple personalities
          grammar cascades down resonant folds
 and drops to its knees in silent rage

hand over hand over hand over hand over
   mishandled hands lost grip on the...

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