Best Garbs Poems

Today I really feel it; I feel it in the air,
and even though I still can feel sun’s glow,
the breeze is blowing cooler through my hair.
Mr. Sun, your throne seems to be getting low
up there in September’s blue so fair.

Oh, Autumn, you are here now....

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Love feels like it has gone far away
She used to exist everywhere it seems
Now she hides in fear of being used up or let down

Most now, don’t even remember what she feels like

I remember long ago


Love used to have big bright colors 

lightening bugs would...

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Mentation then, tear watered,
swells and garbs itself with presence— 
at once to shout in strength 
and pluck a cosmic string,
now restive, overstrung and tense. 

Whispered tremolo swells
and in crescendo risen
transcends veiled mists of time 
to stand, all seeing, astride 
the sleepy gates of pearly dawn.

And,...

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The River

The river sings its sweet lament
in ancient voice softly lowing,
vibrant melodies subtly meant
to plumb the depths of our knowing.

Around each bend it curves, flowing
onward toward its fated reunion
with unkempt sea, wild and blowing;
embracing briney communion.

Its serpentine course scars the land
in undulant brown profusion;
shimmering gold...

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The queen of my heart lies here in state today, and my heart throbs,
Breaking like the darkness of any day, when she rose from her bed
And through rain and cold found her way in peasant haste and garbs
To scrub the pots, the clothes, the floor...

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I am a real scaredy cat
and there's absolutely nothing that
I could do about that.

I'm scared of 'roaches
I'm scared of rats
I'm scared of spiders
and afraid of bats
I fear all arachnids
and I fear those gnats
Oh I fear all the kinds I find
of those creepy crawly brats! 
And...

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white snow crab must wade
in oily, thick, blackened tides...
dressed in widow's garbs

7/7/19

haiku-hue Poetry Contest    Sponsored by: Kim Rodrigues 
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You have been persecuted.
You have been oppressed and depressed,
Wronged and aggrieved, even violated,
And for what?
Because of gender,
Because your body lacks a certain appendage,
Your chest is more pronounced, or your voice more pleasant?

You have been slighted.
You have been affronted and blasphemed against,
Insulted and abused, your rights...

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So, you think my poems obscene?  Read Catullus. 
Graffiti-ed lavatories are more apt sites
for his scatological puerile poem writes. 
Yet, today his leather bound tomes enthrall us. 

Vicariously momentarily shot
back over two thousand years I get to watch
as he skewers harlots, fools and others...

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Indeed, a strange wedding cake!
This is real strange, I must say. 
You must absolutely hear this, I pray.
Almond marzipan, on stands masked with black chocolate;
Candy laces and ribbons made its beautiful garbs.
I ponder; why in God’s name, eat all these carbs!
Seriously, are these black Fondant...

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At this lonely hillside road
I feel the aroma of nature
from the shading trees at the roadside.

No stench, no garbage dump here
the aroma I felt long ago
today i inhaled deep into my heart.

That old banyan tree by the rill
wearing a ceremonial cotton cloth
for the old Deity...

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Come see the dying of the day;
It truly is a sight to see –
The way the last of rays caress
The sighing visage of surrounding trees;

The way the shadows fill the ground
With silent streams of cooling shade –
Where mourning doves come take their rest,
And coo their...

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before we can sustain any type of relationships in this life
we need to have the right relationship with the Lord Jesus Christ
Jesus said that the first commandment is to love the Lord
and the second is to love thy neighbor with the same accord
but the problem...

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Solely self inflicted
Jury Judged Convicted
On them I've fed
Salty years I've bled
A society in form, though not in norm
Their eyes rake as headless mouths intake
A  knotted pine snake heedless to participate,
I am in the middle of a thirst that slaked so little...
I freaked when steel...

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MY MOTHER

See her laden and brimming with the sheaves
On a hilly furrowed plane shrouded by leaves
Her way homewards she plods and heaves.

See her joggles on the spinning wheel
A textile she winds out the cotton reel
And made many hue garbs with great skill.

See her broil as...

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