Best Feelers Poems

~Marionette Master~    

All my dreams evolve around my wooden floor
Candles and clowns the show must go on

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The Moon slowly moves its way...

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Poetry tears ..
Crystalline ants march down my face
Like little soldiers they line up in formation
communicating with their feelers
words drip drip drip onto the page
Leaching out
Spreading...

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Each new day elucidates the night
bringing shadows, allusions, forth to clear
the angst of shattered memory and fright,
opening eyes once shut with nighttime fear.

Each new day...

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I finally get the prize! Her young mind thought.
Eager to see what it was, as the prize had always been referred to
As the prize and...

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Raging
The sea moves rapidly,
My mind does not
Move at all,
Gray feelers into the fog
Through the mist beyond,
Dew drops over my hands
And onto my cold feet,
Nothing equates...

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I stepped into a world of pinks, reds, yellow, and purple.
Bee’s, butterflies, and hummingbirds flying free!
Long flowing stems swaying,  in a soft summer breeze.
An...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Six

Soon all the rooms at trysting hotel were for years booked through
By pilgrims from Mindanao and Minangkabau to...

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In Love- Our story ( a sort of Sonnet)

 

That first day in the factory, your eye
had followed me as down the aisle I passed
still...

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Translucent mauve and purple on a strict medusian mission
                ...

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What to do, what to do
I feel like doing something but I don’t have a clue
I want to see something new
Or maybe invest my time...

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Flirty flowers on the flowing feisty slope, __ sending salient feelers to elope....

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Who pays this roaring mass?
Which pretends it has nothing to do with me?
Yet keeps pulling its antenna, 
To watch what I do?
Who pays these seat...

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A butterfly on my window
A symbol of rebirth
A sense that someone is to change his destiny
It keeps on fluttering its wings to my heart beat
Stopping...

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My cocoon tightens –colors tease
I am feeling for the air
A dim capacity for wings
Demeans the dress I wear
 1099 - Emily Dickinson

Butterfly- A Glosa

My potential,...

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In Colchester, CT,
and possibly in your town too,
we have a LongTerm ReCoVery Committee
looking at 20/20 prevision
for post-pandemic climate health revisions
for wealthy local and global EarthJustice.

So,...

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