Best Hosts Poems

Within her frail shell, death abides
through the final hours, I remain by her side
fearing a forsaken place of webs that lie in rows
of haggard fields...

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While whispers shush on sheltered shores, as soon the cockcrow quakes,
the seas descry a skittish sky, sense summer zephyrs wake  –
roused passions neath the...

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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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The Jab

I am somewhat disenchanted by what I’ve seen and read
Antivaxxers believe the lie that soon the vaccinated will be dead
That our leaders are out...

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Once so loyal and always true the gargoyles watch everything now
During their stony slumbers with their careful one-eyed open view,
As evil red-eyed demons rain down...

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This is a parody of "I can't Dance." by Genesis.


Metaphor junkies
spewing their dung
actin all holy
like they've written in tounges...

Can anybody
interpret that (Bleep)
explain the poems meaning
with...

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Cradle Song

Sleep now!  Oh sleep sweet child divine!
Sleep now ‘neath a bright star’s light
Rest now Heaven’s prince!
Dreaming through the night
Angel’s praises sing your lullaby.

How...

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Pacific beauty, garland of shimmering pastels  
Textures and colors astound, deep in your ocean heart 
Your court is larger than any kingdom on Earth...

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Down past the meadow is the grand old hotel.
Where statues of marble encircle the ponds
Tall cypress line up like soldiers at arms,
saluting each limo that...

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"Dream 1: 4 Weeks in Positano"



Kisses long linger warm lips tasted intense
so sweet like cured Valencia Oranges
lips liquored triple sec not dry drunk on love
softly...

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This sacred soil that once resounded with the musket's rattle,
Imbued with mingled blood of Blue and Gray spilt in brutal battle,
Now stands serene with only...

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The weeping of souls and Heavenly joy abounds
Succumb to the raptures of that moisture upon a cheek
Transcendental souls speak their own language of tears
We are...

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When winter’s end is imminent and springtime soon becoming
blackbird and thrush in noble song bumble bee busily humming.
Scent of air fondles the hazy morning scattered...

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Here we are in 1650, which is ten minutes to five
swing the wheel to the West, which is left,
put your sun cream away, man the...

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The Urban Jungle
Where trees once stood, oh so proud
Now a tower, hosts a crowd
In a place, where water flowed
Now a lawn freshly mowed
Once a cry...

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