Best Front Poems

You didn’t notice my tears.

As you both kissed each other
like two lonely plungers
who just escaped from plumber’s solitary confinement,
your eyes open and wander up.

You didn’t look across that banquet hall
with my feet planted against wood polished tendencies.

Its creaks motioning time towards yellow-signal identity.

As my breath...

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Oh, bushes, which near my front porch bloom
between the months of April and of May,
when I see you greening, I can assume
your petals’ unfurling is on the way!

I leave for work one day not knowing when
the magic I anticipate will be.
I come back home that...

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From
our pink deck with a Jarra  cocktail table-set
We sit awaiting  sunset with an
 ‘Hawaiian absence’ of seagulls
As dusk comes  with violet echoes
across the spotted water,
from the resturaunts
 comes a wine hubbub - table- laughter

Mountains, marshmallowed
in occasional cloud on this still night- 
constant...

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Old Lord Harry put up a good front.
He hid socks in his pants as a stunt.                        
But, his Lady swore
as argyle hit...

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Sitting on the front porch in the evening shade,
strumming on a flattop guitar that was made
to play along with a country song 
about a sad heart who was done wrong.

Old Shep beats his tail to the tune,
enjoying the breeze and the croon
of the melodic voice...

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Treed in
the great lake can barely be seen 
from the cabin   the view
the least of its prized properties 

Down a steep path
a small wooden platform
sits on the edge of the pebbled shore

The sweetest spot

When the lake is calm
when the swans come in
the booming...

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My two tribute poems- composed to honor this truly gifted
and totally amazingly brilliant poet…

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(1.)

As I Sit Here Chilling On My Front Porch

 
As I sit here chilling on my front porch

Yet still wonderment in this aged soul

Tho' I feel far too fast fading life's torch

Seeking...

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I have a superhighway in my front yard. 
It appeared in the night. 
As if by magic. 
Ants are traveling along it 
Whistling a tune I think it is a Maroon 5 song 
But I am not sure 
Some say I should get rid of...

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M-orning rays Thursday 
A-re starting to ascend; 
R-ise of the beacon begins, 
I-n the sky, the raindrops 
E-nd. 

B-eautiful twelfth January 
E-rases the Wednesday night; 
R-ugged weather disappears, 
G-low is shown by the light. 
A-fter the dusk is gone, 
N-ew dawn meets the views; 
T-he...

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warriors risk lives

                         post . . .  Merry Christmas . . . dance . . . hug

   ...

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All quiet on the western front,
the grass is dead, it has been shot.
Million soldiers have died on it
and million will, with me included.

All quiet on the western front,
why nothing changes, know I not.
It's the same old killing, the same old dying,
if soldiers could, they'd now...

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Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah

There’s too much thinking going on in my head
I need to try something different instead
Get myself to move on 
Don't think I’m too far-gone
You made me aware right under this tree...

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Back Door Side Door Front Door : Which door might a Confucian take
 
..................for René ETIEMBLE (Jan. 26, 1909 – Jan. 7, 2002)*

In homage - dedicated to the Chair Professor of Comparative Literature
.................at the prestigious pre-1968 Sorbonne University 

 
Barely a few speechless moments before...

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This family fears God above. 
Within these walls, there will always be love. 
The door will constantly be open to the good. 
I want that to be unequivocally understood. 
If you are good, you will always be welcome. 
We don't care where you are going,...

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Visit a place where you’ve not been before
And the first thing you face is the sturdy front door.
Of fiberglass, oak, tempered glass, even steel,
The entryway should have a certain appeal.

My country home door, though, was streaky with rust.
The paint was all puckered, the cracks filled...

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