Best Haystacks Poems

Out in the middle of a large farmland, I become a girl of old charm and unexpected songs again. Past the flanks where cluttered rows...

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Splendiferous skies
Sunflower sunrise
haystacks of lilacs
pastel daisies play
with robins and jays

fragrant grass finds
bunny behinds
cotton lambs coo
earth's lush rebirth

a spring dream
until my
face hits a

clinging
bug filled

web

3/09/21

Poem of the...

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"Heart"  

Deep fissures formed
in the cracks of 
the nowhere place
where time leeched
bleeding claret 
through the green 
veined blues

protean bit by bit
the flesh disappears
prematurely 6ft...

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Sea horizon in the distance ...a clean line.... a quiet shore
Every day the ocean washes up something new on its sandy floor...
Today,  the sea...

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The forward-pointing fight of jolly time overflies.
And today blurs into a missing yesterday reprise.
The present blossom has dwindled and faded away,
Into a meager light reminiscence...

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Everyday he was there.
 
On his knees, standing, or kneeling
Gazing into the sun and the colors

He watched the road, the hay, 
the horizon, and sometimes...

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Black ship, kick the door!
Your language is dust
Cornered, sacred words
A forgotten sheep
Demanding a shift
Thunderstorm clouds attend
No one will notice, in the end

Incomplete carcasses
Diamond worm domain
In...

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- - Chapter 2: Adult Responsibility (With Some Breaks) - -     

By ten years old, no weekends off, 
Or Saturday cartoons,...

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A fragrance, the tangy dagger
of plums down a road,
sugary kisses on teeth,
juices of life, seeping through fingers,
in sweet ripening flesh,
of meadows, haystacks, the hungry
hiding places...

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 A pair of tiny orphans
in haystacks their mother made,
near an orchard by a lake,
with pine tall as an arcade.

Sheltering them,I brought milk
to the lonely...

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i will forget you

just as i have forgotten my first kiss

and third grade teacher

you will be forgotten

and sent into the backyard of my mind

and forbidden...

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The distant brass haystacks tune on shorn ground.
Vanilla fence posts chime in saffron sun.
Adjacent jonquils trumpet lemon sound
as amber goldenrod and china mums 
in stil...

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“Liber Novus”


Life is read
it bleeds continually
we simply need to stop
and breathe forgive

ourselves for tripping
over misspent thought
too caught up and enraptured 
in the chapters we imagine

we...

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As conspiracies plot like blood clots sneaking up to give you that shock focused on the not please take a seat for those that cant...

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Baby’s Breath.

Please give to me the right address
And I will reach you with my rhyme,
Though they may seem expressionless
They excel in the art of mime,
Like...

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