Best Grazes Poems

In my chambers where phantasmagoria undulate
    not as vigilant watchers but as mnemonic parasites
    I ruminate—
        no longer a singular entity but a disjointed duality
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Raindrops sprinkle spent dogwood petals on the lawn 
While tiny bluebirds perch in nearby mulberry, stalling, 
Awaiting the drizzle’s end, fussing at a week-old fawn 
Who grazes unaware sharp crystal droplets are falling, 
Raining down like tiny sharp fragments of shrapnel. 
Afternoon planting, too, must...

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Eagle flying high, just a dot in the sky
I fly in to join you and circle with you
together we take delight in plummeting down
then climbing back up to float on thermals

The landscape below shows trees the size of matches
individual flowers too small to see just...

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I'm as free as the wind as I sway in the saddle!
I love life!  There's no clutter, nothing to addle!
I give my faithful horse Wild Lightning free rein,
As we meander across God's magnificent terrain!

My pal Spooks trots ahead surveying sagebrush and crags.
I sense that...

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While sun wakes worn down grass
     And grazes gentle slopes
I sleep

While winter fights with spring
     small dormant roots awake
I sleep

Below I live in lethargy
     crawl in search of air
through cold

I lived in summer's...

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strike a match.
sulfur grazes my nose.
the flames tickle
the surrounding sky.
internal screams,
questioning motives,
FIRE is born.

smoke infiltrates
my lung and throat.
coughing greets the
unwelcome visitor.

FIRE reaches out
touches my hair,
eliminating every strand.
lesions blister on my scalp,
neck, and arms.
FIRE leaving its ugly scar.

burning flesh and hair
is the aroma of the night.
FIRE...

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…or Hey! Who you callin' fat?

There is no subterfuge
In the hippopotamus,
She's just naturally huge
From top to bottomus*.
She loves the rivers more than lands,
On stubby little legs she stands
And grazes 'cause she has no hands.
For losing pounds she has no plans,
Such as Jenny Craig or rubber...

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The fable man palms do perspire,
Knees inadequate,
Limbs do joxtapose in overabundance.
Purge grazes over the fable man's vestments.
Mother's Italian vermicelli....

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Along the tracks of Grandma's quaint backyard, her lavender perfume reminded me of my early teenhood,
digging the soil to thresh the roots as I buried seeds through its clayed womb.

 In this late hour, my eyes feel her calm laughter, speaking to each blossom and...

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beneath the gnarled b r a n c h e s,
             a photo rests within my clutch.
         time d
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WHITE SHADOW
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Cornered in opalescence
No walls to be found
The abyss its residence
The address unknown

Its countenance clear
As frozen solid stone
Collaged in aqueous blue
Painted misty gray

Its irridescence seen
But presence unseen
Epitomizes the trace
Of a fallible illusion
Portray as fumes of
Charcoal colored flames

Steams of vaporous smoke
Swim the swarms of air
Bounding deep...

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Have you swam the forests      under the seas
glided it's waters             wandered it's keys
watched the gray giants            ...

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I see your eyes in the moonlight,
As they dance across the sky.
Your eyes pierce my soul,
Seducing me with your smile.
I am just a mere spectator,
Watching you sway to the music of the, 
Angels in the night. 
The sparkle in my eyes give me away.
How can...

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Good King Wenceslas again
On the feast of Stephen
Saw the snow spread white and plain
Deep and crisp and even.
Afar a snowy hump in sight
Attracted his attention
Could it be that something might
Need royal intervention?

"Hither, page, and stand by me
If thou know'st it, telling
Yonder lump, what could it...

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Autumn Scenes As Nature Presents


The wild deer grazes meadows still in greens
And great red hawk soars in sunny blue skies
While the peacock struts and so proudly preens
Black crows resting, bellow out their cries.

Beavers are busy preparing for winter's wrath
And squirrels find and then store more...

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