Best Fiddle With Poems

Village in the Valley left behind, and then it's a fine find
Mountain in the making...in the dark alleys of my mind

You're a flashlight
In the night
You are a friend 
Till the end
Bite the bullet
You're the village in the valley
Ignite the regret 
I'm the flag on the...

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While attending a social do
You meet and greet others
It’s more a social norm
Than any ‘real’ connect
As you attend to calls
Or get yourself updated with ‘Updates’
Or simply fiddle with your phone
And mind you
You are not alone
Almost everyone is doing the same
Some listless bites of conversation
While chomping...

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Here, as the dark city glistens 

Here, as the dark city glistens,
rain pelts unsuspecting sidewalks,
filling cracks and running gutters
Disguising stoic potholes in black,
snickering as they wait silently
to startle the next drowsy driver to pass by

Neon reflects in puddles of discontent
while high rise lights
flicker in kitchens...

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Suddenly, I constantly cough, cough, cough
I haven't had enough, for this life's so rough 
My friend is right beside me and he truly understands 
Where I stand and I thoughtfully fiddle with my hands 

Oh, my back and knees are hurting once more…
I've been through...

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Straight from the heart I sling 'em
Right from the gut, I bring 'em
   Why fiddle with metaphor or meter
   I actually stir the heart of the reader  


        March 04, 2019
Entry in "I...

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My husband has a smartphone,
As do many of my friends.
They fiddle with their apps;
What they can learn just never ends.

A subway stop? The weather?
The location of a store?
The range of possibilities
Just leaves you wanting more.

Pictures of the grandkids?
Here’s a gallery to view.
Ding! There’s a reminder
That...

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Magic Ring
(Limerick Suite)

One time there was an sour puss old king
he was wearing a big magic ring
tried to perform a trick
he was not very slick
ring lost its sparkle wouldn't do a thing


Now to play the fiddle was his goal
he tried to play the fiddle with...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 58

No way must such protective force serve politics
Nor ally dictator army criminal police
None might weigh on Nature to impose its ethics

No exceptions tolerate no geopolitics
No super power excuse to fiddle with peace
No way must such protective force serve...

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Why write poetry?
Someone asked again;
Why breathe?

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Snail sliding slowly
Grass verge camouflage;
Morning psalm

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Morning crowd
Busy feet congregate;
Fiddle with cellphones

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Downtown office complex
Rush hour traffic;
Urgent commotion

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Food court terrestrials
Sea of hungry faces;
No place to sit

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Work day blues
So much for so little;
Make ends meet

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Modern day woes
So little time,
So much to do

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Healthy constellations
Mötley...

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Hidden
A secret
Must keep it 
Forbidden to be in the same area or even seen with 
Sharing a secretive kiss and passionate
Hugs and whispers of love
Outwardly detached except to who's above
Footsteps creeping wood creaking 
Bed rails leaning wanting more than a fling
Yurning for the other perspective
All...

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It is my greatest pleasure to be alone
To hear again the grey gulls guttural song.
My double sails are filled with gusty strong wind.
So good to feel heaven's peace far from mankind.

The shore is well far away but safely so,
Especially since now the strong wind blows...

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The Mass
On Palm Sunday, she will go to church, not driven but walk on 
old feet that hurt for every step, I will sit at home, wait by 
the phone in case she cannot make it up the hill to the church.
A modern church paid...

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1/19/23


Getting through endeavors
Doing better
More focus on what is important instead of only pursuing pleasure

Even though ladies never give me the time of day
Like animals, I'm a stray
Just could not find my way
Deep down quite okay
I tell the truth, so it won't always be nice things...

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It was a seed of love from where the wild flower garden sprang                               	 ...

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Breezing along currents, a whispering tree,
while playing fiddle with nature's wisps on the
ends of harboring lucidity, behold,
land's greatest remained.

9.20.2015...

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