Best Fondles Poems

Through the brambles of the arbor's vine,

an artist has spinned some silver lace

This net was cradled over leaves

slung low, and wet with dew.


Evidence was left in place,

a hammock swings as if on cue

Crocheted with skill and flair

to glisten in the sun


Breeze trembles every curl and...

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A fleck of wheat along the bay
A quiver in the grass,
While daybreak shifts and ripples on
To mirror clouds that pass.

Warm breezes drift among the trees,
So calming to my ear
And only wistful eyes can seize
This dreamy atmosphere.

Then stars lend glitter to the night
To beam upon the...

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So this is the way the moon remembers,...
by reaching into yesterday
I hold her pearls against the light,
and see a strand that tethers time

With envy now, the night is awed
Covetously, it fondles rows
of tiny orbs. Which, one by one,
are miracles, with moons, within

This strand of pearls,...

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In my distal conception you shine like a lucent star
whose touch fondles the fret and strings of my guitar.
An image worth painting in oils with my sable brush,
your voice like the recherche love song of a thrush.

You are the faint break of day in dawn's...

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When winter’s end is imminent and springtime soon becoming
blackbird and thrush in noble song bumble bee busily humming.
Scent of air fondles the hazy morning scattered seed cultivates 
memoirs of time, to ramble throughout lob wood and hear sweet 
bluebells across the valley chime.

sweet song of...

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The Good Girl

Penny has always been a good girl, now she is a good wife. She lives in a good neighborhood, drives a nice car, has two perfect children. Her husband is a doctor and to top it off he is very good looking. Her...

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Invitations to the Gala
issued by a grave impala
were highly sought out missives 
by the bold and the submissive 
Those omitted uttered curses
shook angry fists or heavy purses
Had they but known that
the price of  admission
was not by stealth nor definition;
would it have improved their disposition?
Oh...

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The lake is a plate of evening blue 
Here where mists of dew sprinkle the view 
Under lilting skies the undulating sea 
Stretches far beyond infinity 
Silent and calm, no hint of green 
Smooth as silk with translucent sheen 


Rippling blue as far as fingers...

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Wind so cold.
Blowing.
Fondles my face.
Tickling.
The tears from heaven.
Pouring. 
Tapping. 
Dancing.
Unrelenting.
I wonder if i wish
    to stop them
From numbness,
    to waking,
          then sensing.

The little voice in me says,
Wait, don't go.
Stay a little longer. I plead.
Sing for me today, rain.
With the gliding rhythm...

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twilight fondles eyes

lifting her silhouette high

against lucid clouds--

flesh undressed beneath torn trees

drowning in pools of farewell



Tanka Written With  A Decent Pivot
For 	Chris D. Aechtner...

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ONE STONE

skipped by bonnie brook
      he’s showing off
           his perfect skill

               she hardly breathes
  ...

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The keen necks in the blue eyes
Looking for the pink goal posts
She was six feet tall at the grassy ground
Sketching the angles and lines of the life
Playing in front of her like the young cubs
Beside her the young brown lad
Standing like the cloudless sun
Holding the...

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Finally, she could get down on her knees again, not in prayer but to touch rosemary and lavender which had begun to send its fragrance into the spring and rising warmth in nature’s heart. There was no sense of regret that winter passed with revolving...

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When I see a mother hold a hand,
Crossing the street –
Tenderness apparent on her heart,
That’s love.

When I see a husband looking into the eyes…
Seeing a heart, a soul –
Never seeing past the twinkling of light
Sent to show him there is more –
Than what he once...

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"A spoonful of fantasy is often the best medicine for reality." - Poet

Somedays I'm a pale apple wishing to be a tangerine.
Fantasy focused fulfillment fondles contentment dreams.
Enthrall me free amid emerald enthused energy,
wrapped snug-complete in scented sachet sheets -
let gleaming threads golden-gloss this glorious bed.
May...

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