Best Jacketed Poems

she had lost the plot long before in an insane labyrinth of her mind

trapped in the rat race of high speed and the volume on...

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Problem solving at 2:00 a.m. in medicinal hell
 
The alarm's on the bed so I won't fall.
Really I'm able to get to the bathroom. 
The...

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Like a character in a Dr Seuss book
I play the New Years “Push Me Pull You” game
Daily I stretch stubborn limbs
Into pretzel-like shapes 
Hoping to...

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Three truant scholars spending our sabbaticals
in crisp Colorado, we all re-read Walden,
dared to drink from streams so icy clear
the fish seemed suspended in mid-air.
Our flimsy...

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Gold- looks like drops of yellow sunshine,
         that mesmerize the eye.
Gold- sounds like high healed celebrities,
 ...

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diametrically opposing forces miscarriage 
   and abort, cancel and retry to upend Vanity Fair 
   where trump defiantly makes an en...

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As Samuel saw vaulted Xanadu of Kublai Khan fame
In smoke-filled corridors of sweat-drenched Opium-eaters
Did I spy a vision so surreal as to render all my...

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His hair is alive,  
serpents writhing, a man Medusa of the tropics, 
as if he wore the demons 
of colonialism and injustice on his...

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the stuff legends are made of mysteries from the skies               ...

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Shirley Brown was a very beautiful girl, 
And her brunette hair 
Hung down her back 
And as the wind blew thru the window, 
It waved...

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SPRING RHAPSODY

Spring
      like a harp glissando
              ...

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I riff flecked about thee august
     Autumn Equinox 2018,
     this polymath learned why,
September Equinox
   ...

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Wrinkle at the line
creams  for the age gap!
Holiday in France this year
 friends, friends fill an hour.

Or two. Home I say:
danced to nostalgia 
in...

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I toss fire down your throat
pour you your bullet, goblet to gullet

glass-jacketed explosions 
line my wall like church organ flues
ablution for absolution from desperation 
libation-liberations...

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Singing trills in delightfully through my window
Perched upon my garden wall sits the little brown jacketed culprit, who
Always greets me with cheerful news
Regaling me with...

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