Best Grinds Poems

~ for the scores of casualties who fight the war at home … the silent war of broken hearts and families ~

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The powder of white sand holds her flesh
close to his musk pelvis
as she gasps with the murmured waves
trembling on the coast
of a fragrant mouth against...

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LONELINESS

The lonely person walks unnoticed
with unfocused eye and unsteady step,
failing to keep pace with the crowd.

An approach of reliance to everything,
like a crutch under the...

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Someday I'd like to wander free
like butterfly, like bumblebee,
perhaps to plant a willow tree
beside the silent solemn sea,

before these things exist no more,
from mountain top...

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A pregnant lass with eyes of glass had never learned to cope;
once set adrift her fall was swift, she slid a slipp’ry slope.
She fled the...

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Just when twilight and dawn finally mesh
in the quiet passage of breaths released...
there in that moment, I witness
a thousand wishes dancing
through the shadows of my...

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you wear away at me with your silence
not with whetted words
or physical altercations
there are no recriminations
No...
it's much more corrosive than all of that
this is the...

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Within Mysteries, The Dark and Decay Also Hides
(free verse)


On a stony pebble, feet cried out in pain,
why does, in our way, sharp pebbles forever lay

and...

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I feel so grand this special day in June
while waiting at the station for my ride
aboard the new steam engine coming soon
to take me to...

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The idea behind this poem came from reading a poem of the same title, written by Richard “Canadian Man-god” Lamoureux. Now, his poem went in...

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his breath
clouds the night air
board grinds rail
the lamppost’s light reveals
his heart pounds as red lights swirl...

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On this last railroad journey, all’s ablaze
new stars pulse over veins of feathered trees,
and melt in their faint blinks of night's decrees
they flicker through me...

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The Youth:
The clock's face smirks at me.
It mocks my glare and irks me.
I roll my eyes, it grinds its gears. 
I tap my pen, it...

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six a.m.  
gray dulls the straight horizon
with morning tumble-burst rain clouds
look, even the sun is breaking!
so am I
tied to my bed in thoughts of...

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Inside scrapings of darkness
how restless and doomed,
the bellow crashing in like
an agonized moon; 

the tunnel hears blood whooshing
in pits full of rain,
hurling damn imaginings
of her...

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