Best Goblets Poems

He is the king of words and poets alike
Assay as you may, this man you won’t smite
His armour sparkles in night or day
Defending those too meek to say

His table is round, there's room for all
There are chairs with wheels so no one will fall
He hands...

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My thirst now deep ~ I long to quench
to sip this periwinkle wine
In goblets cut of harvest moons
impassioned pleas now cast of time

Tender kisses ~ sonnets placed
on fevered lips near rainbow streams
In golden castles made of sand
I've knelt beside you in my dreams

As whispered winds...

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As Time unwinds with a cup of tea
Sipping fragrant steam of centuries
No rush to fluff the flattened sea

In the key of wind's piano notes
Strumming with hummingbirds' low float
And the whale's alto undercoat

Piecing a jigsaw silhouette
Of mountain sky, as eons set
Painting a desert river wet

Her comet's...

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“ANTE BELLUM”


BEIGEBest served where it can’t be seen
On Stirling Silver platters
With redruM narcotics
Delivered by sharp Blood-Red
Well-mannered talons
Strutting in sleek wet rolling tight-skirted
Long French Silk Stockinged legs all the way down to 
Lethal Six Inch stilettos -
Manolo Blahniks -
Shiny Pearls of cream glisten
Around the Chanel Milk...

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The darkness, now descending, floods the city as it dies
while shadows lurk in legions 'neath the looming Evil Eye.
Its frozen stare envelops all, it penetrates and pries,
denouncing loathed dissenters to the keepers in the sky. 

One’s inner thoughts are well descried before they’ve passed one’s...

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       ***Le Minuit Avec Vous***
           The Midnight With You


To have a sensual repast with thee,
Upon a midnight, beneath our beloved
Oakwood tree!
Whenst the world, not a sound doth make.
Just lovers lips heard, smacking of
heavenly, baked earthen cakes.

Goblets,...

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She met him in the interim,
 that space between endings and beginnings;
                                 a...

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The past has 
flown out the window
   The present is full of sorrow
   Look to the future 
for a taste of the  
   sweet wine of life 
Your tears will change to laughter
  if you focus on...

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I've focused on this evening
For near a fortnight now
Each element planned to perfection
Every detail intended to wow

I admit that in the past
My efforts have been wanting
To pack my feelings to a single night
At the very least was daunting

But not this time I was proud to...

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The host was the most, an elegant man,
Who throws great parties like no one else can.
All were dressed to the nines for a special affair,
While men peeked at bosoms and tried not to stare.

The gathering together of local folks,
Were sitting and telling some witty jokes;
While...

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The Heart is like a snowflake, no two are alike.
Beating so very cold at times
as to freeze an angel's wings
in goblets of devilish wine.

The Heart is like a monkey.
Swinging from vine to indigo vine.
Leaving a smile or a scratch
on the eaves of a hopeful face.

The...

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I will not be late to work today

I will get there on time
I will brush my teeth
Without singing songs
Without thinking about birthdays
About gymnasiums
About TAKS 
About sound
About war
Republicans
Democrats
Independents

I will get there on time
I will eat my oatmeal
Without thinking of 
Broken valentines
Strewn against a wooden
Fence 
Like dropped...

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Earth dwelling mongeese are neither toys nor coins and pedalling backwards then forward is not considered the primary way of jet propulsion off a very high hill. So one two ping means fried rice coming? How long for? Will it rest a while? On a...

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* For J.K. Rowling *

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now, deliberate your hearing
     to bring back the pages torn
        senses lost...

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Seaweed strands woven prettily, unwind
spread tendrils of green sublime
the grace of a fluid dancer dressed up
to perform while the seagull cries
the afternoon curtain call

Incoming or out going, the waves turn
against the tide to ride for free
Recurring rhythms pulse, comfortably
Recline upon their earthly saline chariot
Lost horizon...

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