Best Fitfully Poems

As spring showers soaked through to my soft skin,
In hapless home in youthful age akin,
Through stabbing sorrow's sleeplessness I knew,
I grappled grief as fantom fears came true.
He was gone, greener pastures caused his leave.
My haunted heart was left bereft to grieve.
For seven yearning years his...

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Are you thinking of me tonight?
I sit on the warm carpet
in this mountain hut,
in front of a blazing fireplace,
where flames flicker fitfully
and logs crackle in delight.
Outside it's chilly cold,
snow softly cover the land,
owls seek shelter and warmth,
while windowpanes 
are covered with frost
that looks like a...

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The family was poor
and on Christmas Eve
he went to bed still hungry
after his meagre evening meal.
 
He slept fitfully and dreamt
he had to work on Christmas Day,
distributing flyers to the people in town.
 
Hear, hear, read the news,
Today a Holy Child is born.
 
He ran...

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“The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul”


           I remember the valley rolled with thunder 
             A section of tenors echoed...

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open …
I keep my eyes open
to watch you as you kiss me
to think on all that you are thinking
all the carnal thoughts that
might be stirring behind those lids
our lashes so close …
like little feathers that sweep your flesh
cheeks blushing crimson with
sexy thoughts …

I imagine what...

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"What a fine day for a picnic," my friends all said,
In the dog days of summer, with the hot sun overhead.

We would all go for a swim, and then have a fine lunch,
And would return refreshed and happier, we had a hunch.

So, we headed for...

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Charles Green was eight years old, and his father was a great teacher.
Yet, Charlie preferred playing to school; because he was a daydreamer.

The Greens lived in the town of Ivoria, where dahlias nodded greeting;
And Charlie frolicked with Sam and Scarlett, until sun came, bleeding.

Samuel and...

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her place smells like lavender
or violets
i've slept here many times before
but never well
never fitfully
alien atmosphere i suppose
the bare bulbs in the bathroom
kill my shadow
i'm a stranger in the kitchen
smoking weed on the couch
pissing in the tiolet
and screwing her in the shower
intimately removed
she wants me to...

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eyes, suddenly open
         in the night (mine)
misty (they)
panting, sweating (me)

I bleed some words onto a page

how do they feel?
(these words)

what are they trying
        to say? (to you)

what do they want?
...

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SURVIVOR 

She was smaller, slower, weaker
easily unseen
as she slipped away
seeking the warmth
of an exhaust grate.
Innocence lost
she slept
fitfully muttering
lost words
                 ……………………………….forbidden words.

She awoke
to an empty station
a trembling silence
muting the sound
of...

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Take two and a half peach, one blue round three elongated white.
My eyes are blurry; I cannot see any longer. My right hand is asleep.
Now my left hand is asleep.
I climb back into bed 
Wait. This is only part of the morning dose?
The only one...

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The Story of History  

Beyond those beaten days’ depleted daylight
Beyond the bathos of a pandemic bondage
With  the resurrected  sashay’s charmed night
Down in the dumps   at the pretentious  proscenium
A  shy  orchestration sans bark and bite
Afloat in  the...

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Eleven titles plucked from the exquisite poetry of Christina Rossetti

For my sweet child, petite Maude Clare,
Before The Paling of The Stars, I grieve
for my infant with head of flaxen curls.
I pray, Lord, save this tiny Daughter of Eve.

Tears fill my red and swollen eyes when
her...

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Flawless flamboyant meaningful words in written verse’s,
Never heard by nervous useless unproductive pawns within man made curse’s,
Drawn into ignorance, clueless and purposeless,
Powerless and can’t see this, sitting on the fence torn and withdrawn,
An existence lacking cognition, seen as a young child but not ever since,
Poor...

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It's inauguration day, January 20, 2021.
I could be at home, watching the TV presentation
pomp and pageantry. But old, achy, onerous and 
anxious, bladder full with no toilet near, I wait 
in a chilly car in a VA clinic parking lot, 
entry to warmth and light...

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