Best Exclusively Poems

Were I a restaurant proprietor
Al fresco and exclusively for poets
My menu would be cryptic metaphors
Original from memories echoic

Spring rhymes of happy times and brighter days
Fresh...

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One lone rose tumbled from the basket,
the same as the others but set apart
All were beautiful. They congregated
in one basket, these Southern belles,
but she, with...

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Puttin on the Ritz - Just for You

Remember when I used to be dead broke,
and everyone laughed cause my dreams were a big joke?
Well I...

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You had a crush on her

You had a crush on her
Being sure as well
Love is what you felt,

Dating her exclusively
Without ever telling her.

She indulged in...

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Once, in a thought, it seemed how everything
stood without color, either black or white
or marbled grey, were sparrows tipped in flight
then pitched to the barn...

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Sweet friend forever
Friendship entwined together
May roses fill you with joy

The red ones are true
The pretty white ones are pure
Dozens are set at your door

Whenever we...

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Sixty some odd years ago, when I was just a kid, our home was on the very edge of town.
The man that lived next door...

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I feel emotionally flat
    the experience is very stressful
    No flooding or concentration
    Acute, which is...

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I recall when summer
		Was sitting in the shade
		Drinking icy glasses 
		Of Mama’s lemonade.

		In the magic  summers
		When love was fresh and new;
		Delight of summer evenings		
		Exclusively...

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Whistle train, off in the way

                   ...

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I want to take over the world, cause misery and dying 
        I want to create a master...

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LOVE

True love speaks not of an aching deep desire
To take, possess and hold exclusively 
But acceptance of existence without prior
Condition, just the will that thou...

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Portrait II *
By: Tom Wright
1/31/02

Meticulously mixed, my days as paint,
my life, a canvas, on an easel stand.
Each brushstroke from the palette,
precisely placed by the Masters...

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a fallen pine log:
        red-cockaded woodpeckers
taps their lost fair well





****The Red-cockaded Woodpecker has less than 1% of its...

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Perfect love is perfection,
it is rare,
if such love exists at all
it must thrive beyond boundaries of my own experience
either receiving,
or giving.

Could this perfection of synergetic...

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