Best Fe Poems

The sun was rising high in the east over the town of Milton creek
It was the eighteenth day of December, the start of Christmas week
All...

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It was still quite dark in Milton Creek, and it had just gone four
When Tom arrived at the sheriff's office, and knocked on his door
The...

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The sun had just risen over town, it was a beautiful morning
And outside Baker's new Bakery, a long queue was forming
The aroma of fresh baking...

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The sun was rising over Milton Creek, heralding the start of a new day
Two new residents were due in town, on the noon train from...

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I'd just checked out of a hotel in the town of Santa Fe 
Went to the store to collect supplies and went on my way
I...

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This one is totally fictional.

Don't cry little guy just 'cause you're moving away
Your daddy's got a brand new job out in Santa Fe
He's trying to...

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Dedicated to a fine poet on soup, Lin Lane
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I shook hands with my brother and bade him farewell
Then set off on my journey away from...

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HEARTBEATS ON PAS FE DEUX

Starstruck by your smile as I opened my eyes
Snow-white cheeks glows to peaches sweet
Running fingertip to heart shaped lips

As spring breeze...

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I’ll ride away from city life,
from the dingy brown of smog
and the mixing in of gray
with the white of tule fog.
Escaping black of pavement,
to New...

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LIKE A PEARL NECKLACE

Tall, dark and handsome,
First impressions are good.
A lovely accent accentuates his lips,
this man who loves my sister.

Two families joined as one,
As white...

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La Saeta

Dijo una voz popular:

“¿Quién me presta una escalera,
para subir al madero
para quitarle los clavos
a Jesús el Nazareno?”

¡Oh la saeta, el cantar
al Cristo de los...

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A lone desperado rode his lathered cayuse to old Santa Fe.
It was high noon, sweltering hot and dusty on that fateful day.
The handsome young outlaw...

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Well the house was rock & rolling,
and the dance floor was pulsating,
I had myself too many drinks,
then drank two or three more.
All the ladies, they...

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We spent the weekend up in old Santa Fe
You're crying as we're driving away
Why did it have to end
We say again and again

'Like when we...

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Woman, discarded remnant of Adam?
Fe-male, not to be given her own name;
her own identity, other than, a part?

Receptacles, empty bowls, hollow holes,
to be filled only...

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