Best Fingered Poems

Chamber of secrets
Locked in wisps of steel incense
Swabbed sulfur din...

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Witching hour is upon us 
Dusky clouds, falling, swirling
Obscuring the crescent moon
Skeleton fingered branches
Beckoning me in the wind 
As I creep past the grave stones
To...

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She sat in her little cottage
Her ears tuned
Her body alive
Waiting…
Waiting for that knock on the door
Anytime now
She pulled back the frilly curtains
And peered out at...

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A surly old maid
had an urge to be laid
and bemoaned her virginal status
with life discontented
her plight she lamented:
"'tis not easy to live without coitus."

A scheme...

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The Cyber Nymph
Loch David Crane
August 18, 1997

Lie back--expose your belly ring		
up unto the sky. . .
I just hope when I get down close
it won't put...

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an orchestrated night glitters 
to the wand wave of the maestro unborn
sweetness licks on liquorice sticks 
fingered on silver keys

the moon melts like a honey...

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Today I find
yesterday's essence
still tarries within my mind

I try and wrap myself
in thoughts of you
to regain warmth
from November's wind

the trees 
are less blushed than I
as...

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Apart from our nice 3 piece suite the cat has clawed and shredded
	 it's knocked over a figurine that lies there prone, beheaded.
	I'm quite adept...

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You call me Bandit ‘cause I rummage through trash cans
Searching for leftovers with my five-fingered hands

Mama Coon, believe me, I wasn’t expectin’
To sort through the...

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A Poetry Souper, seeing bright stars,
Grabbed his PC and headed for Mars.
He’d make some dimes by writing rhymes,
Selling them to the New Mars Times.
 
Traveling...

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The last Night of October

It's that time, again, the last night of October, 
the last glow of twilight nearly gone.
Children race out and about,
winding through...

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I'll be thinking of you as the cloak of night weeps lullabies to the waiting moon,
where morning star through cloudless sky sips the sweet of...

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long hair                 a sign of rebellion
	a leveler  for...

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“Chameleons”

Chameleons
many shades 
of blue 

pretty beautiful
things given time
change their colours

not so 
delphinium
belladonna blue

Blue sky 
hypnotises
blooms 

face to the sun 
smiling to
wave Apollo in 

subtle fragrance...

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I opened the sewing basket, letting my eyes and hands run over the tools she had used—the scissors, the darning egg, the pins and pincushion,...

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