Best Honks Poems

Metallic city howls like a wounded animal
scraped by nocturnal vigils
of grandchildren and elders
emaciated like tuberculosis lungs
gasping from chug-chugs of tobacco soot...
and the face of a...

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I waken to a rush of sound and light.
Somebody honks a horn as cars whiz past.
My friend has driven us into the night
and to a...

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I can’t bear that rock in my shoe,

As I sit, I glance up mesmerized by the sunset’s view.

Seven deep in a grocery line,

The wonderful innocent...

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canada geese honk
one, two, three honks only proof....
spring shrouded in clouds

one, two, three, four and more in a V fly
headed home to catch the ladies...

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“The carcass of beauty spent and done”
William Shakespeare.


The carcass of beauty spent and done
picked clean by scavengers of time,
whose sated memories of summer
ask for no...

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How can it be that autumn so soon again is stealthily approaching,
With its pleasing sounds, scents and varied hues steadily encroaching!
The bouquets of summer have...

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Gray shrouds cover my way
sets the tone for the day.
Our silent sun sends
rays running round corners
slowly beams burn off -
melting morning misty mind.

As I tread...

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Early morning on the road,
Babysitting duties call.
Traffic outbound's mostly light,
Heading to the suburbs' sprawl.

Suddenly, it all slows down;
On the GPS, a flash -
Point three miles...

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Red Robins chirp to greet the rising sun
below my bedroom window every Spring.
Their cheery tunes confirm Springtime's begun;
long before green-tints color everything.

Snowdrops silently push up...

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I engineered an intricate design,
determined to be action,
not thoughtful stasis.
But, isolate and distant --
a preserver of decorum --
formal, unexposed, and safe --
with bounds determined
by tight,...

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Notes: I am putting the notes upfront, suicide is no laughing matter, however, anything that makes it something that can be discussed I think is...

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Snowy fields are disappearing fast,
Patches  of green are starting to last.
Robin redbreasts are the first to nest,
Indicating we'll soon see the rest.
Northern winds morph...

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"Radio"
Snippets of classic jingles ring diabolically in our brain
Converging good tunes for bad products
Their repetitive nature send shoots rattling and ringing
Over and over again, gee,...

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What is that roaring, throwing dust                   ...

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She steps up to the plate –smiling
The smile that fills you with hatred and embarrassment
When so often it is present.

This is no laughing matter.

The unliked...

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