Best Get Your Feet Wet Poems

Santa Barbara, Summer 2017

Monday
I walked on the bluffs above the sea.
Orange poppies bloom in the dunes.
I discovered
the labyrinth:
smooth stones spell the path.
Peaceful pilgrimage.

Tuesday
Walked on the...

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If you should search for knowledge 
To answer the riddle of your self

All the books found on every library shelf
Might not relieve your puzzle a...

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Nightly, I wander in shadows of a recurring dream 
and find myself wading through a shallow stream.
The Ancient of Oaks calls from beyond the thickets,
its...

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The wall would not hinder my fall,
the tumble i take for memory’s sake.
Childhood sees fairylands, vast —
but as small as a neighborhood lake.
The woods with...

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Her full name was Labyrinthia Pennyweight Babineaux, but her closest friends called her Libby. She was of blended French, German, and Native American heritage. Her...

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I wrote this immediately after discovering the rhyme scheme of a triolet.  It is not close to my heart and I put less than...

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It seems ages since we met over your long, golden hair
an hour glass on the table keeping the meter.

It seems like too many dress up...

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Glimmer is her body of a water 
Deep crystal clear surrounded by 
overgrown trees and wild flowers 
Situated between two villages  
also known as...

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I'll drink to that, three sheets in the wind, the Booze cruise             ...

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Once when I was young and free,
I embarked and sailed the seas.
Just as my daughters are doing now.

I envy them their youth and vigor.
I used...

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as the daisy petal drops silver dew
on the green moss carpet down below
little buds budding far and few
drinking and sipping as it grew
tiny mass of...

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To The Smile - Hexsonnetta 
                   ...

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dearest mama

it's been three days now
but it seems a lifetime
I'm sorry it had to be this way
I really am
I can only imagine you on a...

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I opened Paris' letter and cry


my heart dropped
my fingers trembled
I opened Paris' letter
mama it's been three days ...
then the dam burst, 
not the happy kind
unregretfully
the...

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Sweet summer, days long and romance blooms
Salty ocean or powerful rain, a choice of lovely perfumes
Rich green grass, landscape full of assorted hues
Sunrise mornings, feet...

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