Best Foray Poems

The staticky-stars climax under intense blanket of Winter glow.
Your spouse can’t see your spirited green eyes that burn slow.

The friction of campfire sticks, the satiny...

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My whole life waits, just this moment, the ink still

wet; for sunrise this clear May morning.

My shaman up already,
hair askance, dancing and trilling his flute
to...

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You find them in early morning
You bless them with the setting sun--
jewel drops on spider's web.

At night, star webs spray light like sun,
sun of a...

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Everyone is so uptight.
I just came to drink and they all wanna fight.
Some sixfoot seven pissed off dude.
Just blacked my eye.
Cause his girlfriend just happened...

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A cummerbund of peach and tangerine
below Persian blue sky now washes pale,
Marsh Harriers and Starlings call, unseen,
competing in bizarre chromatic scales.
Sewn onto the horizon in...

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Famous poets dedication series, Part One

I.

O' Man Of Perishable Earth

O' priest of golden sun
where hides thy black heart
Pray each day, dark deeds...

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Should it be a poet's duty
To write solely about beauty?

A POET’S DUTY by BETH EVANS

ANSWER ON A BED OF NAILS

let me answer the quixotic brioche...

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       ***Le Minuit Avec Vous***
           The Midnight With You


To have a sensual repast with thee,
Upon a...

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Bright blonde-haired girl
competitive
From the start, made a nine
Mile ride
With a spirited heart, straight
to the 
Summit of Telegraph Hill, I’ll
guess
She freewheeled back ‘just for
the thrill’

A gifted...

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Porcelain shroud slowly falls;
hapless Mother trapped inside.
For the next twelve weeks at least,
her time she’ll be forced to bide.

Returning from his exile,
Uncle Jack’s come out...

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An old lady sat near a window, near a window looking out.
With her radio going she sat there sewing, with an occasional look about.
On her...

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POLITICS


Propriety demands - we do not speak
Of others, either strong – or weak
Lest in the foray of the quest
Insiders, fall from grace, of safety’s nest
Take...

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Deep in a pocket of light, well within the harsh night
of heat and longing, safe within the porch’s embrace
the down turned eyes .. the upturned...

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Land of gold 
Glorious Pearl of the Orient 
There's a story untold 
About warriors of valiance 

They snatched victory 
From the hands that prey 
To...

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Oft do I feel I should censor my mind,
Spill the ink on the cloth that my words lay,
Snatched by the Raven 'fore I finish my...

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