Best Forty Five Poems

It was now growing dark as the sun was going down
When a stranger rode into Soup Creek, a frontier town
No one could see his face,...

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A father of six he was in his early forties,
struck by cancer
toiling to provide for his children
with
no property
no land
no animals, but a loyal old donkey
that...

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Full moon ... or nearly ...
          I sit on the pier as it groans with swells,
...

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Night! 
It’s around nine thirty 
maybe ten. 

The phone rings. 
The voice is irritating, the words frightening.

Within minutes I’m in a car with my mate....

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In my travels late one night 
upon a country road
Across the fields and in the distance 
something surely glowed
Perhaps a fire over there? 
Though I...

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Five strangers rode into Bodie, a small gold mining town
They didn't look at anybody and kept their heads down
At the Citizens bank they halted, it...

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I am five,
I want all the pears and pies,
Pops, sweets and fries;
I really think this life.

I am ten,
I have learnt how to hold my pen,
Learnt...

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After our not so delicious meal, we started home
He turned onto our usual well-worn road
Headed west where we bumped across raised railroad tracks
There at the...

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I want to howl, run and flee, 
not to watch what I don't see.
I want to rise, run and flee
 not have to watch what's...

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I Love Him.

I will dream of him
lighting up my darkness,
covering me with his perfume
go crazy with love, 
and make our life sufficient
gentle and persevering.

It is...

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Wild galloping horse
Berlin nineteen forty-five
Hoof pounding the Earth

10/01/17...

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Ricky was just eight years of age,
As a single mom, had to down stage,
That his papa could die any day soon,
I remember that night, there...

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Nothing is ever time wasted, 
just the interlude to the rest of the album. Soon it becomes nostalgia. To think you almost pressed the skip...

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I see that Bubba’s so forlorn.
He’s too depressed to talk today. 
Two months in a full-body cast	
can keep one’s cheerfulness at bay. 

He donned his...

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Huddled in Burton's doorway, head down,
the windblown rain at almost forty five degrees
soaking me from the knees downwards.
Reflecting on the paving, the red, amber and...

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