Best Huckleberries Poems

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A song to sing itself –
A birthing voice,
Shouting then whispering
Of fields and quiet harbors
Of blackberries and sunlight on smooth waters,
Of boredom, rest and restlessness
	In tidal pools
	Hunting hermit crabs and limpets,
		Sticking on all fingers,
	Avoiding jelly fish and barnacles
When pigtails and freckles
	Fly through misty bracken fern,
	Evergreen...

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Watching Homer struggle
to explain how a god wounded by a mortal
cannot die but may thereafter live with minor pain

and the humor when that god
complains to Jove that His supervision of His daughter
is inadequate and His Love too unconditional

while Diomed (or Tydides)
wreaks havoc on the Trojans...

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Moby Dick, geometry, physics.
Study every subject everyday.
Homework is an indicator of future success.
Success is not necessarily happiness but it helps.
Freedom is to formulate your own definition of success.
Happiness is an imaginary tree, its own reward, and a fact.
Facts and fiction may be memorialized in memos...

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Those indigo jeans worn this special day
When he invited me on my  first date
Very appropriate ~trip to park_ play
Lunch from a vendor sharing plate

As our hands touch, look in his eyes_ see deep
The desire to get closer as knees touch
Feelings transpire,  much desire...

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It's already hard enough to say anything accurately
without further obfuscating and camouflaging the soul.
The faces in the funeral pews are impassive, impatient
and the dead woman cares not what's said, isn't even present.

The poet gets innumerable do-overs, it's one of man's wonders,
revises his vision of his...

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Tea for two, for me, for you
Buckwheats for three, you, and you, and me
Huckleberries for four, that's what we adore
Spring rolls for five make us feel alive
Chalupas for six, served on heated bricks
Matzo balls for seven without a bit of levin
Piroshki for eight and won't...

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Not like a figwort but not an aster, either. Could he be a buttercup
with sepals, no petals, but sepals like petals? Alan is a bluebeech,
an ash if his books sell. Quick shake hands. Zach's bald ok, a
magnolia, cone-like fruits a bridge to his Neanderthal father.
When...

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My face tells me nothing. Not nothing but nothing useful, the
complications of ageing humorously but not exactly how to avoid
injury.

Permanent injury is a now popular cliché. At this age any injury
could result in pneumonia, pain in bitterness for your peers,
your jury.

What a headache I have!...

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A long time ago-or so the story is told,
There was a strange occurrence in the Europe of old.
High atop a windswept, alpine peak,
Lived a girl fair of face and rosy of cheek.

She would gather wild berries which grew all around,
And carry them down to sell...

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Sprawling eagles' wings of freedom glean upon this God blessed land. 

Huckleberries abound upon rich forest tapestry. 

Salmon spawn in glistening waters aplenty. 

Indigo mountains are crowned with crisp doilies. 

Laughing waves clap upon coastal pebbles and sands, 
with dunes designating an anticipated vacation. 

Flatlands...

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He thought that he had lost all his marbles on the crossing

The autumn tides had been huge and the currents strong


Mostly the aquamarine ones off track and abandoned

A bit like blue smarties excluded from the shiny packets

Forbidden colorants had lost their way into his life


Must...

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Sheba was a bird brain – a dumb bunny for sure.
She had no idea she was a dead ringer for Marilyn Monroe.
Not the blonde, over-glamorized, sensationalized Marilyn,
but rather the young, darling, innocent-looking Marilyn
the one who did not expect to be noticed. The woman
she was before...

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