Best Index Poems

Can  love then,  be based
on an index of elements
from which one joyfully tumbles,
or drifts into equations, as we wander
toward a rush of serendipity...

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Rhythmic pose arcs lifting elegant ambience
Graceful dance enshrines artful renascence
Visceral posture invites emotional response
Festive celebration of aesthetic renaissance.

Attired in red and blue of simple elegance...

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Suitcase in hand, a face polarized against
the frosted window pane, searching verily
for continuity of a life that knew no restraint.
Someone’s Grandfather a considerate Uncle,
life’s situation...

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French Bread
	
	
	Your index finger 
	draws figure-eights 
	in the dusting of flour 
	on the counter top 
	where you lean
	quite casually, 
	watching as I make 
	a loaf...

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RODIN’S NEW ICON

Should Rodin live today would he be inspired
To sculpt a marble sequel to THE THINKER
Modern ethos means fresh image is required
To become an...

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"Picasso Blues"



Blue Sky
met
Blue Feather 
on a 
Blue Day
Collaborating
a slow dance
across the 
lost dance floor 
crowded
with more 
than a thousand 
hidden
keys to truth
ignoring  
a thousand
poker...

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Quote:  Every day is a page to write a new story.


DAILY DEWDROPS 

Freshly fallen snow,
no print left yet.
An empty box,
with no pretty bow.

I get...

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There

Your hand
That exquisite, sexy little hand
I reach, oh so slowly
My index finger extended lazily

But with enigmatic intent and subtle grace
(Like Michelangelo's Adam on the Sistine...

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Dark chocolate eyes bore into me,
Beseeching, brimming, tunneling for truth.
A single tear trails silently
Cascading o’er lifted cheekbones so
Perfectly angled they’re matchless
Throughout nature’s beauty scheme.
Exquisite, ethereal...

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My name is Devi, a foolish name really for it means Angel, and I certainly am not. The city of Phnom Penh had been our...

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She pleaded to me with a blushed body,
ready readily for the holiday my maintinance could muster for her pink engine,
the electricity my overtime bedtime love...

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Yoga in Poem A Novel Approach Step 7

Janushirasana – Knee- Head Pose  

In praise of Janushirasana


There are many Asanas 
And postures in Yoga
Full of...

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The mute old drunk had gotten lucky the day before - a stranger had taken pity on him at the bridge, (under which he and...

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You look stupid in videos on phones at the start,
you don't look like "Badmans" calling women a tart,
when I see those skits I think what...

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(Base USO club, Zweibrucken, Germany, 1963)

Of a lazy afternoon, I sit
     propped up,
Bones aching, sorely tired from
    ...

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