Best Husky Poems

Here, I scribble a letter 
to the rhapsodical rose, 
dipping my quill in 
stardust that slips 
like a violet waterfall 
from the tips of 
white...

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T'were the night after Christmas, 'n' the house was all dark.
Not much money for 'lectric in the ol' trailer park.
Ma waitin' tables at the club...

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In the visiting room evening's ebony is shellacking everything.
He sits across from me at the sable-shaded table, in shades,
pours black coffee pungent as the Gauloises...

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I am standing outside my bedroom, on the precipice of lost innocence.
Wide eyed, and barefoot on cold hardwood.
Someone is hammering on our front door.
My father,...

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You wonder why, my love
These memories flitter in the hallways of my mind
Knocking on the door
of every room
Where I’ve hung
Do not Disturb Signs
For I don’t...

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Music is an undying 
art of soul ~ 
an abstract eden, where, 
euphonious unicorns 
glide in strawberry sonatas, 
amplifying rhapsody in
ballads of flight, 
when fuchsia...

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Red, red roses, you flowers of immortal love
You first blossomed in God’s Garden for Eve
In my garden too, you bloom so bright
I tend you with...

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My Beloved,
      
If the Mediterranean waves, could carry me to your arms,
I'd wake up, to your whispers,enchanted by your charms.
If...

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"Like a shooting s t a r,
         plunging from lunar fields of lavenders,
  to touch the...

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M o o n is a rose quartz pearl,
     unraveling midnight musings,
         ...

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Where Are The Words …
I Am Looking For Words …
… That Will Give Meaning
To Meeting You, This Evening

And What Can I Say ? …
What I...

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Ohhhhh Electic touch shock my body awake
Arched back and gutteral moans
Shivers sweep my skin like circling tongues
Ohhhhh scream beautiful wild sounds
I can not lie still,...

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On a cobblestone street,
cracked and ill-repaired, 
I rifle antique shops 
  for a jeweled music box 
     to cradle my...

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"Wolves"



Pulchritude is not a beautiful word.

Dark can be beautiful
when walking with wolves
hearing their stories
sad songs of love lost 
soft they begin 
and then hungry
for the...

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Each word
           From deep within
          ...

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