Best Extracts Poems

~Soup To Go~

This summer~ all I want is a bowl of soup 
A secret flavor that combines every veggie group 

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He grew within a frigid place
No one thought those legs would ever part
A Dark Prince thawed her frozen heart

A member long and stiff like ice
Penetrates
Cuts...

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A Cup Runneth Over

My cup in dry abyss boils over
Condensing dewdrops in vapors of blessing
Into foaming condensed extracts
Like effervescence of divine dust
That bubbles up to...

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Tears
(for A, I shed)

When I herd these tribes and fashion cities
With my words, you are what's missing.
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P     Pipes corroded

L     Lies, folds, and bends 

U     Under a sink

M  ...

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Life's Tapestry

Life begins: a single thread
Inlayed throughout as one
Faceted; a tapestry
Entwining hopes and dread
'Sembling  extracts not quite done. 

Torn brocades of woven silk
Aloft on...

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Virgen de Guadalupe
scrape her roses from the floor
The lighted path shimmers
in the mountains
as we walk like goats
surefooted and into high
places
Lofty dreams encompass
the transitions
and splendor shakes...

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There it was gazing up – radiant – 
radiating kaleidoscope silver green;
sharp with life, ready and expectant.

Spreading its claim, pressing out the grass,
was a thistle...

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The unpredictable yaw of rolling seas,
as in life pummels us from side to side 
randomly dictating its capricious ways 
lacking logic the tossing grips us...

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Counting hours like chickens
     waiting to get fried
until my last pressures get
     properly denied
by that amnestic ruckus
     compelling my stride.

My revelry extracts your
     most suspicious eye
while I collect brains...

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The Red Cross tells me there is nothing to fear, and no harm.
However, they are sticking an awfully big needle into my arm.
This organization is...

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The Prospector: 

He packs his tack in a great canvas sack 
And then drives away in his car.
Nobody cries as they wave their goodbyes; 
They...

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A clamorous stream of jar fly voices punctuates the dusky air,
their timbale orchestra madly vibrating raucous sound.
Hand brushing hand, we stand in the garden’s waning...

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Unwrapping both a blessing and a curse, extracts	
Love’s essence painting souls and framing them abstracts.
 
Too brazen into Jung’s collective we were when,
Our fists were...

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Taken to awaken favored
Havens, where images are stored,
Expressions, one can not ignore,
Render visions that are savored.
Aesthetic art provides flavor,
Catering to a hungry core,
Hungry eyes, hungering...

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