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...

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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...

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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...

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


           I remember the valley rolled...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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
      ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Mind-lashing words steep me deep into your olid casket of rancid oil,
soul, my blistering sore, gangrenous from your slow simmer to break-neck boil.
Pus green rupturing,...

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