Best Joggers Poems

I awoke  after hearing a noise on the roof of the cottage, it sounded like a couple of seagulls, probably fighting over a piece...

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Candy floss, seaside rock, smoothies, and flags sporting
Union Jacks
Replace the old traditions of striped deckchairs 
And Kiss-Me-Quick hats.
Chipwicks for our salt and vinegar fries
And their...

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I could not paint a better picture,
Than the one in front of me,
Of twists and turns of the canal,
Bordered by endless trees.

A warm day with...

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On this dreary winter morning I sit on a bench in Central Park.  Lost in my own 
thoughts of the conversation I had with...

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A crisp, cold morning in Hyde Park, 
and he is waiting for his date. 
As joggers jog and poodles bark, 
the girl's unconscionably late. 

He...

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spring,
thy name,
is beauty.
the sun is up,
casting a bright glow.
joggers emerge once more.
dandelions peep from cracks
the wind whispers sweet notes of love.
birds on tree tops sing...

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Hocus pocus! Look, a crocus 
Poking through the ground!
Weather’s warm so I should focus -
Flowers might be found.

Buds are blooming; I’m assuming 
Petals will appear.
Time...

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How the wind plays
across the water
in changing patterns,
its skittish mood drawn
in ripples and rivulets 
of sparkle under
a morning sun.

The small boats fidgety 
at their moorings
as...

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A wild flower, grew up through
a crack in the pavement, I wondered,
why already not trampled
by so many preoccupied feet?  

Sat I down on a...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Three

Note:  I do hope it’s clear to readers by now that – strictly speaking – in these...

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He walks, rosary in hand, up the steps. 
His tread is broken, fragile, and the joggers 
Might hear his breath, each sharp inhalation, 
Each hissing...

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Getting Back On Track

You can’t be tying a string around your finger
Every time you have to remember
Why it is you went into the kitchen,
Or what...

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Walk along the river bank, lined with poplar trees,
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Late night,
coming home from work,
making the turn onto the rural highway,
shortcut between freeways,
down shifting, making the turn,
realizing that there are no tail lights ahead,
upshifting, anxious...

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Days’ End

Emeralds twinkling with evening diamonds,
Twilight planes flying through cotton ball clouds,
Wending weary workers traveling home,
A sole spectator sun-hatted watches.

The roar of rolling roads, a...

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