Best Former(A) Poems

Swept up into piles; everywhere 
Abouts; in collected heaps all 
Around.              ...

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At the footbridge Sue was meeting her beau
(He was married to a woman called Flo)
Sue soon found out his deception
She dismembered his ********
For his love...

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I'd married at 21 and moved overseas with my husband's work, so it had been many years since I had visited my gran at Rose...

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The old red wheelbarrow is still standing there
right next to my Grandfather’s fixed rocking chair.
Though neither has moved in a good many years
their presence revives...

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Like open arms
These broken gates reach out to me
And lead me to the lonely house
That overlooks the sea

Her door once proud and stately
Now splintered hangs...

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12 BARS

Twelve  brazen bars, one frozen lock!
Confined, sublime, an ancient Roc
endures inside a barren cage,
her catacomb in sundown sage.

Of former days there is no...

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Ancient Shadows Awaken into God’s Light

Underneath the deep seabed the stirring sands of time have passed on.
Ancient shadows continue to haunt all of us from...

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Looking out at the old oak  tree in my front yard today, I see myself as she is, stripped of all my former beauty...

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I've a bit of a problem here...
in a higgledy-piggledy pickle
torn between housewifery
and creative muses fickle.

Scattered, shattered fragments
of odd ideas, dreams
lay about my den, disguised
not nearly...

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Once so loyal and always true the gargoyles watch everything now
During their stony slumbers with their careful one-eyed open view,
As evil red-eyed demons rain down...

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A dream

To hear the whippoorwills' sad urgent  call
I was very glad when I was a lad
But now twilight nearing new season's fall
My Essence of...

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The Mind’s Cornfield

Dreaming deeply on this dark, dank, frigid-cold night,
My spirit-body walks freely in this place of solitude—
The Mind’s Cornfield, where fantasy and reality are...

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I've written of great longing while my teardrops flare
Rhyming lines of sorrow that were nested in my mind
Tomes of poetry that exposed the depth of...

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I was working in the Capitol late one night 
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
Nancy Pelosi began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise
She did...

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I stepped in for my first colonoscopy. I was nervous everyone could see
I had a choice to be awake or put out if I was...

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