Best Dun Poems

It was an autumn day, fresh and crisp,
with a slight breeze blowing that made 
our cheeks rosy.  My Aunt Trix and I were
on the...

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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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Flickering in the night, a melting’s texture of regrets afterglow,
Candlelight’s waxed drippings staining the white laced table cloth,
Yet in the black and white photo album...

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Wiping the cold sweat off my forehead 
Standing beside the dying king’s bed
Thinking of a remedy while a sword 
Was pointed to my shivering neck...

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This is a perfect winter night to tandem thyself with my sizzling nerves 
Candle light stuns thy hips moving in wine-red skirt, penning killer curves
O’...

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This book of botanical images
in sepia depict the petals, veins, leaves
of exotic plants.  Listed alphabetically are illustrations
with a reader's favorites’ marked with string;
carefully indexed,...

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So many, maybe millions
No, billions. Trillions?
Of stars, a quiet, hot snowfall
of white stars; sandal season squall.
Each birch tree here outdoing 
January's record accumulation.

Weeks of hour...

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The Symphony of Rain

I gazed outside my patio 
the gray clouds formed a dire dun
A clap of thunder sent its hint
 and lightening followed as...

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[Now ShallowMan is quite content
receiving FactoidMan’s consent
to quibble and express dissent
as long as keeping covenant
with fingers crossed and belfry bent
when viewing Facts in sealed cement:]

SM
“The...

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Still brook reflects the morning silver light
damselflies play chase between the reeds
dun cygnets now awash in virgin white
as through the mist a new dawn slowly...

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"...The Secret of the Golden Flower is not only a Taoist text of Chinese yoga but also an alchemical tract. (...) it was the text...

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The devil’s dry fields
dirt farm, not much yields
damn sun
one forlorn tree shields
Texas battlefields
the one
recline that appeals
low water reveals
not done

no reprieve day’s sun
no wind, land barren
poor...

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Oh well I got an angry email to begin my day
Because of my last post on the Jabidah thing yesterday
Galit sa akin but greeted me...

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THE PASSIVE VOICE (Grammar series)

In Italy a glorious Voice 
Was employed by Pavarotti
In England of voice we’ve a choice
Which sounds a little dotty

When we sing...

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***NOTE~TO BE READ WITH A RIDICULOUS "SILKY SOUTHERN DRAWL" (have fun:)***



"Storm over yet...?"

"Well hay'ell ye'ah! 
 woo-hoo!
 sum'body git me a da'gumm cole beer.
 whadda'bou...

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