Best Grainy Poems

With Eternal Sent Bliss Two Hearts Reborn - a collaboration with Susan Ashley


Under the midnight moon, romance waited
its true heart and beauty, with love baited
for...

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Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
What are these objects in your frames?
Oh captcha squares, oh captcha squares
Why must they gotta be the same?

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Under the midnight moon, romance waited
its true heart and beauty, with love baited
for dawning gleam across powdered snow
and she her handsome soldier to soon show
for...

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Through the water they glide, 
an immense mosaic of millions of silvery fish 
on their migratory run, 
obeying a call immemorial, 
a mystery of aquatic...

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The dank petrichor of grainy night,
meters stand like gravestones, 
the obsidian avenue slick as a sapphire,
windowed granite rising in sharp cut shadows,
wind gusting, tumbleweed clouds...

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In sepia foliage's of falsified fantasies,
cursed by haunting hornets stinging 
with honeyed painted lies,
her mind was like a matriarch of metaphors.

An inflorescent seed buried in...

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III

Below the cliffs a midnight tidal swell
as thick as tar now swallows heaven’s light,
a moment's dark as raven cants a spell
to cast his incarnation to...

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“It’s a terrible love 
And I’m walking with spiders…
It’s a terrible love and I’m walking in
Its quiet company…”-Birdy

Three long claws enclosed around a lone beating...

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How to describe the color of love?  Might you frown in surprise if I spoke of brown?  Dull, pockmarked, ocherous brown. 
A tarmac...

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The only sound one hears is  the slight breeze of grainy sand whipping across the desert floor...
You kneel in the soft earth - but...

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From sagging huts up in the hills, 
We watched the tourists flash their bills. 
They piled our harvest on their plates, 
While soup and scraps...

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Why don’t you come now
To the plot of blue river shore 
Where we would
In an intense chocolate mood
Sit in a sun rise satisfaction
On the grainy...

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the grainy half dusk
when the sun gives her last wink
hours spent in thought 
to leave the safe sanctity
this lonely little hovel...

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I've reached beyond the age of RPM records
        youthful addiction
My forty-fives tilt in a corner of the basement,
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The quiet walk upon the shore,
The quiet need for something more.
      The quiet cry of some seagull,
The rowing of a...

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