Best Handles Poems

Plunging, lifting, plunging -as wind blew ashes all around -
the shovels' blades incised the cold and black encrusted ground.

Attached to shovel handles were the arms...

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“Every year is a chess game. New Year is a new chess game! You make the right moves, you win the game!”
Mehmet Murat ildan


Questions of...

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fat girl cries
big fat tears
splash
crash
down her chubby cheeks
down her pillar like neck
which was once
much like a swan
now gone

fat girl sighs
big fat sigh...
a heart groan of...

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i accept you
for all your imperfections
in my eyes you are perfection

the seen and unseen

if only you had my eyes
placed them in those
big brown pupils

then you...

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~My Tricycle~

Christmas  eve,
I could not help but peek.

There it was, a blue and pinkish bike.
With streamers all for me...

A ride, I wanted to feel...

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He’s so super, duper
That guy, he’s a trooper
He’s a fellow Souper
He's no party pooper
His name?
Yea…It’s Cooper!

His first name? It’s Shane
Brings pleasure, not pain
He handles insane
This...

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Looking back at the summers 
Way back then, when I was ten
The golden sun was still a friend
And the world was good, around each bend

I'm...

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As down the path of life I go
footprints in time I make
and Mother Nature gaily plays
her game of give and take.
She gives me wisdom every...

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Simple Poverty

I think that I was maybe three
When memories started following me
They called us poor and, I guess, we were -
These things will tell if...

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THE NIGHTINGALE LOST HER LAMP

Anita’s eyes were brown. 
She was the kindest of angels.
Her speech firm with authority 
but reassuring with a glass- like
sensitivity; she...

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A nobody 
Scared by the sound of his own voice
Following the girl home from school
In his mind this is normal
Stalking girls
He grabs her jacket
Pulling her...

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Dot Blogs she was a buxom lass and hefty heifer too
who married Bobby Eugene Blows when she was twenty- two.
They lived upon a dairy farm...

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Part 1: FORE SIBERIAN FATE

silk wings wet -
angel on the lake.
starlight glitter
separates from

the golden wheat.
her docile hair,
prophecy of ice.

winter pink,
pinched cheeks.
ice skate scrapes -
flecks of...

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A gun so nice to hold
Firm grip from one so bold

Shiny bullets fingers do enfold
To only the brave guns are sold

Not only to the brave...

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She strains to find her footing in orthopedic shoes
       my grandmother's clop-clop walk to me
    ...

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