Best Garbed Poems

I don't know what came over me that day - an instant of weakness after years of resistance, I suppose.

My beaming spouse leads me, a dog on a short leash, into the forbidden citadel, the sanctum sanctorum of feminine fastidiousness, the dreaded nail salon.

As we...

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Within the hallways of my mind a memory that clings 
spoken words of wisdom, beneath the hush of Christmas morn 
A little kitchen full of goods a gaze that said, " you are loved" 
what a child remembers is all the days of one life's...

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I was a public relations specialist, ever promoting positivity to people,
As positivity is promoted afar, by the sight of the towering cathedral.

My work was very interesting, there weren't ever two days the same,
As an exotic world of ages past, would be dazed at what time...

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She morphs into a sultry Summer's morn
garbed in a cloak of alabaster fog,
gossamer thin and casually worn.
And echoing the croaks of a bullfrog;
She stops to carry on a dialogue,
with croaks too numerous to catalog.

Slipping on Her slippers of sparkling dew,
She inks an ebony horizon red;
as...

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Dahlias and daffodils dazzle as ice darts from the cold.
            Dram is kaleidoscopic as moods and thoughts collide.
A rosy sun casts hues on the sky, mixing azure and gold.
Scarlet engulfs the star as a...

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I was a productive, proficient painter, long captivated by the manifold colors,
An infinite parade of hues and intensities, like tales of a thousand summers.

I worked daily at this irresistible passion, which made long, golden hours fly,
As sun stains skies in its final burst of passion,...

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Lilies plush, in coral-pink, titivate tidy yards
Swaying gracefully by manicured green lawns,
Alluring his glance there shadows dance
Where rabbits chase, and squirrels scurry by.

The lady in rocking chair, as always, says: hi,
Cheerfully poised, adoring red-roses rise,
Nonchalant of a poodle agitating on porch
Spotting a raft of ducks...

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Stood here, alone, at the very edge, as quiet 
   Morning breaks;                               ...

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By his hand was grown a forest
trees aligned as fence posts
trunks accentuated lavender and blue, 
but not as a spruce
and purple strokes, not disguised as prose
in a woodland cut short in proportion
somewhat a distortion of towering height
over wildflowers it stood,
sans a canopy of leaves
for the...

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Gypsies garbed in colorful robes
fortune tellers on the seaside boardwalk
sneers they get from nonbelievers

“Vagrants,” they call tramps
hobos from Hoboken to Alcatraz
quietly passing the bottle to all in the boxcar

don’t confuse thieves with gypsies and tramps
we can say, “No,” to gypsies and refuse handouts to tramps
the...

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The sky unfolded
Strewn with color
From royal red to violet
As far as the eye could see
Standing upon the beach
Waves crashing, sinking into sand
Euphoria and delight fill my heart
Such exquisite music
Feeling pure and free
A refugee before the shining sea
Garbed in white
The sun peeks at me
A blushing sphere
My...

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Bare branches clicking together
Winter snapping it’s fingers
To a song composed by Nature
Sung by winds garbed in
White robes of snow

Choral composition
Season of transition
Music swirls all about us
Yet…given not
To Man to know

A song unheard…
Except by Angels
To mere mortals 
E’er unknown
Of Winter days that 
in most marvelous ways
Makes...

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The shepherd stood on the field, frail,
He knew not what to do when and why,
As the wrathful sun did steep down,
The confused chap followed his humble sheep.
Then one man neared and asked his name,
He gasped to answer the simple query,
The beads of sweat was vivid...

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I was not thirty yet, and it was fall.
My wife and I were touring in Japan
While on our summer break from teaching school.
Our luck, our parents lived to grow us tall,
And modeled health and art to groom wingspan,
Though there were times, kids thought it wasn’t...

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We stood there in silence,
never asking for more;
we stood prepared for the violence,
garbed in full raiment of war.

In a moment of lightning,
a flash and a flare,
our defenses fell to the frightening,
our fortresses laid bare.

We knew what lay ahead,
and yet we carried on;
we experienced the chaos,...

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