Best Due East Poems

"Happiness and sorrow ebb and flow like waves upon a beach, 
and I am but a grain of sand."
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It was glorious ...

A glorious, glowing morn ...
crimson crept up the sky, as if air-brushed ...
little round globs of fair-weather clouds tiptoed on the reach,
(so as to not wake the moon, laying down its head in the west),
close as cork where heaven met sea ...

But...

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Like clover petals

                                     We bind together for all

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Swallowed up somewhere in the South Pacific
Amelia and her Lockheed Electra vanish one day
On July 2, 1937 her last radio contact received
In that time, poor navigation tools at play

In an attempt to circumnavigate the globe
With  Navigator Noonan she bravely set out
From South America they...

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James Dean an MGM dream 
Sprawls unseen towards the door
Tipping his hat Hello Mama and that 
He shuffles his shoes to the floor

Shakespeare a play McBeth he should say
a dagger towards his hand
His glasses allow great gaze over brow
a method actor's clap on demand

Due East...

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The People of the Enchanted Forest 

In times of folklore where many a tall tale told
The town folk spoke of mystic stories so bold
Of a forest, never seen by the likes of any man
Where mystical beings lived in this forest as a clan

A place so...

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I’m going to sea in a blueberry boat,
macaroon waves I will sail
Far past the girls and the buoys I’ll float,
maybe spout off to a whale

My crew at the ready but still half a sleep,
I’ll have to turn on the charm
Wake up, look alive, for this...

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Nothin like a road trip
In the middle of the night
Josh was hitch hiking
Him and his dad got into a fight

How did I find out...
He's my son's best friend
Another adopted son of mine
My love has no end

11pm 
In my sleeping attire
I head north for two hours
Blood...

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My Dad, a little honest like a Priest

Taught me how to live and feast

With bangles of gold and diamond to your wrist

After a bloated tummy chant petitions due east

Son, nothing your path spare like a beast

'Cos amongst earth you're spared not to be the least

Told...

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I've dragged this here bag of gold
it seems a thousand miles,
no rain, no water, no food to eat,
just stagnant pools that look like bile
and a few odd berries . . .

Saw a sign a few miles back--
"Rotgut - town five miles due east."
I'm hopin' it's...

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for Tabitha

The sun wanders westward 
towards the old frontier, 
dragging its heft across plateaus 
of New Mexico. Along Route 
66, a quick toe-dip in Tahoe sets 
Reno aglow. Quicker than that, 
Nevada bucks, bankrupt and 
rusted. The Hindenburg above 
Wyoming, the sun gasps helium 
and...

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It was early, 
The solemn, silent sunrise wrought its
Rays across the untamed land like a
Shorn-clad Delilah.
Dew glistened the foliage
Like undefiled razer blades nestled
Within a mortar's payload.

Morning haze,
Suggestively seductive in its 
Sureness of the divine destiny
Lingered, a dwelling
Companion of aimless hope,
Brightly darkening the path
Juxtaposed by the...

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Somewhere partially due east 

Of Hunching Cliff 

On the Jurassic coast

Where the Old Lighthouse

Used to stand it's ground 

Battered intermittently minutely 

Against the wave's and constant tide

With only the steeple rock formations

As any form of barrier or protection 

Without it's blinking search light

Now sleep's ever...

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"*Oui, the winner, American Beauty,"
yet hail these 'Windflowers' Anemones,
flourished yon 'Down Under', 'Aussiszlanders,
indeed a showstopper for bystanders
of all but Europe, Turks, then South due East.
Breed buttercup, yet, some toxic; no feast,
bold capped to stop at bowls use; bowels feared,
not ground hugger, but mid-road, four feet...

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Upon the waves where the wild winds sing,  
A tale unfolds of a vessel and its wing;  
Through the tide, it dances, graceful and free,  
Harnessing the ocean's heart, a sight to see.  

With cargo holds filled, treasures abound,  
From...

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