Best Foraged Poems

My sister says
               my father was a good man --
but, how should I, 
                 ...

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Not to be taken lightly, I burnt all my clothes 
Cut the tattoos off my back, tore pins from my nose 
Foraged for food particles, where wild beasts reposed
Lapped water vapour off thorns, when the thirst arose 

My identity gone, I herded mountain goats 
Built...

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Oh if i had the wings of an eagle
i would swoon to pick you up
and take you to a place
i call never land
where passion is the beverage
that  parched lips taste
where scorching love cascade
never are your desires gratified 100%
they are continually foraged
upon the bed of...

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Spring arrived, ‘Twas the dawn of man
Consciousness exploded with a Big Bang
We foraged inquisitively for berries and nuts
Soon building settlements and primitive huts

A subtle spark conjured otherworldly fire
And with it came a burning desire
Tales of titans and mythical creatures
Serpents and beasts with grotesque features

Summer arose,...

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TREASURES
mesmerising
  asides
reside
to
display
the
extraordinary
&
delicate
blooms

a choice
narrative
survives
gently
  resides
in
patterned
  fragments
swirling
 in the
spectacular
detail
so
  apposite
&
contemporary

a foraged
 signifiance
monumental
precious
of
  intention

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique...

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What Does Maisie Smile About?

(or A Tale of 3 Ladders)

“I wonder what Maisie smiles about, 
when she stares out of her window?”asks Jane, 
the new carer at St. Mary's, is curious,
about the aged figure watching the rain

Maisie is deep in her thoughts today,
“Maisie, Maisie”, her...

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She lay upon the sand, lowtide-cold, salted-dry, dissheveled.
Tomorrow would have been her twenty first birthday,
unadorned, except for the seaweed in her brassy blonde hair.
Tip-toeing across her blue-gray cheek, a pink crab foraged,
unhindered, it dined on the whites of her eyes.
Only the sea and sand cradled...

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Her stage is set   
lighting casts a soothing glow 
he flirts and fantasizes   
his desires will soon be known 
  
a game, a tease, each other pleads 
playing as they please 
until both bored you see 
  
tossed aside with yesterday's ride 
real...

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Thirty thrifty thieves furtively foraged through their filthy things finding fifty thin forks
though the thieves find of fine thin frilly forks thriftily foraged failed to thrill








Thlipping Dithicult said the first
whos swolen tongue he nursed
The second thought it a trifle tricky
this can't be read as a...

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With trusting innocence we've played
with nets and jars amid a field
of muted rustling blooms that yield
Their subtle breaths of perfumed air
where milkweed monarch’s foraged there.
They were the prize and preference
of youth and trusting innocence.
Inexpertness with nets gave flight
elusiveness till next alight
on efflorescence’s afield
Sedulity kept our...

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Such a beautiful sunny day so we went out for a drive
We walked on a springy pink and purple heather carpet 
then foraged on the hedgerows bursting with bilberries 
whilst butterflies danced and swallows swept through the air
Our pedometers showed our steps as we climbed...

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Santa Claus 





Children scream with joy
on sight of chubby, plump,
white bearded Santa
In red coat with 
white collars and cuffs,
red trousers and fur cap.

With gifts in his bag
and a shaking belly,
He comes laughing,
Riding on a sleigh
driven by eight reindeers,
As Rudolph, the red nosed
drives through the night,
lands...

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he had been without her 
in the empty hotel bed for 
two nights, two sweating 

quiet blacknesses, without 
shuffling or snores, or jittery
leg kicking; now all he wanted 

was for the moon to leave him  
alone and the neon outside in 
the street to...

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I went up river in a canoe.
I had no paddles. I was all thumbs.
I scuttled her in the foothills; 
the valley air chokes me.

I tried to drown but was too
resilient. I foraged for food.
I made water from jumble ice
in my seasoned stygian skillet.

I tried to...

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Irony bit its lip, as the blood of tears....

Seventeen years of age and but a child still; lost amid the daze; haze?!

Standing in front of the silver glass, this somewhat handsome young lad

Popular, athletic, surrounded by girls whom adored; with razor blade in hand

The perfect...

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