Best Gusted Poems

In the May-time of my life
time bloomed each day a prickly boll –
but I, like the softest cotton within such a sharp seed  
swaddled...

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Old Maid Hadder, Got Madder And Madder


Old maid Hadder, got madder and madder
wind blew her bonnet and wet upon it.
Soaking showers from a blackbird's bladder
taken...

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The wind gusted over the forsaken hills
The grasp of its strong, imperishable hands causing a trill of noise 
Echoing and rebounding over the delicate curves...

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What if we live in and out
among and yet autonomously
with and sometimes against
LeftBrain dominant enculturation?

Colonization,
predation with ego-logical economic secular outcomes
too often predicting compromised long-term health
in...

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Fertile Fields
By Migdalia Torres

A cobbled stone made of red brick, which 
I picked up and placed on a solid white 
rock pressed against Venus whose...

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Wild is the winding wind
    blowing    breezy       gentle
     blatantly...

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Oh, God and Goddess are all around us.
from place to place unguided, 
they’ve found us.

Land of limpid eyes and skies, 
where mystery abounds.
‘Mongst lisping lips,...

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unexpected changes

winds belied August
gusted from October cold
geese are flocking now....

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Unconventional, they mocked the establishment
Clad in paisley  tops and bell-bottom denim,
With a symbol hanging on necks  wrists  or belts -
An emblem ...

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I am truly concerned
as i leave my Laskrizon
but,it is a three day's journey
my next black moon destination

I trust all will be well
in my absense
infiltrater's are...

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The budding appearance
On the cylindering lily
The fast forming interference
Heating the night chilly

The bird eyed the sparks
Yielding flowering tickles
Clouds ballooned in the parks
The desire designing the...

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commissioning and attempted escape
“Son of Amittai, to Nineveh, go
And tell them of their great impending woe;
Their evil, like a stench, has come to me.”

But Jonah...

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Sent to the dreary realm that is now my home 
Made to seem I had no choice of what I had to lose
Only memories of...

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Honorable Mention 
Opening Candlewick 
Patricia Cresswell 

she speaks with gentleness to the walls 
leaves her memories and hopes in words 
between the layers of fresh...

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Seed 
Unshackled through force , gliding on air 
Liberation complete , nothing compares. 
My journey essential in hope of my kind 
A task not made...

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