Best Jostling Poems

Do not vainly look in those remote
Places,
That, once, were acquainted with a 
Small part of me;                          
Here I roamed beneath...

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In glamor-light of sunset
a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive
and revive a sepia sky-scene—
unworldly woolgatherers gather
spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns
of debutantes dancing with honeymoon hunger;
their dewy eyes blurred by the sawdust of stardust

pseudo-princess-pleasure-seekers
—drama daring 
pinot-noir peignoir baring—
full of themselves  and solar ignition
preen like...

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When heinous fangs
of life drain
the amethyst glow
flowing above 
infected ripples of time,
I question the 
chaos that claims
serenity through 
saline serenade 
of sirens, composed 
with midnight ink
across a mazed face 
of a starless canvas,
What if these coastal
conch confettis want to
skip heartbeats with
peridot rhymes inscribed
as reefy runes?...

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I watched them gather round
The warmth of your flame
Like campers at campfire time
Huddling close to you
Pushing and jostling
For the best place
I saw your warmth
Dancing off their faces
Small cinders escaping into the night
I followed the sparks drifting up
On the chilly breeze
Riding high…disappearing into the stars

I was...

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alarm goes off*
I sit straight up startled and scared
Just my alarm, I hit the button
Get up and go to the bathroom
I brush my teeth with my toothbrush
Scratchy, painful bristles
Toothpaste that makes me sick
With the strong mint flavor
Back to my room going thru clothes
Too scratchy, too...

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Swaddled in frozen silence
In a weather so dolorous and damp
The pores of her mind sweat painful memories
Which take a headlong flight
Faster than the beams of light

At times shaking their fearful manes
As unbridled steeds, they come
Raising dust behind
Making all sanity blurred.
Often, they rise from their indulgent...

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She had been out for a walk
Jostling for a seat
Amid the teddy bear,
“blankie” and  “bobba”.
Lost her grip and slipped
Slowly from the grasp
Of tiny, sticky, fingers.

She lay on the sidewalk
Amazed by the variety
Of shoes and stockings
Frightened by the hurried pace
Chilled by their indifference
To her…and her...

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Always cold in the morning, this kitchen is warmed now
With a roaring fire and my wife working beside me making just desserts
We stand here two hours this afternoon doing one of our projects
Cooking soup and fish for this evening’s xmas party of friends. 

The ghetto,...

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A welcome sight the lights ahead - like misty globules on ink black foam
The billboard elicits a sense of foreboding - Welcome to the Midnight Bazaar
A lack luster moon adds to the mystery – nervously I enter to ask my way home
A familiar song plays...

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Feathered Seasons


Peering out of the nest
newly budded tree limb swaying
jostling me as I await
the early bird of spring
returning with breakfast.

Dust-dancing in the heat
testing my wings
in cat stalked gardens
leaving home
at mother’s request.

Dodging the blowing leaves
red crested trees mimic me
as I revel in ripened plenty
puffing feathers in...

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His hand is strafing the castellation on his trumpet, the valves moving up down up down like deranged pistons under the random machine gun fire of his fingers. Each note is a projectile that concusses the air, chases the one before it, nudges it from...

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FEEDING  HORSES


She was four years old
Apples in bulging pockets from garden trees
Cold day in autumn
Stroll down to Paddy Sands’s horse pasture


Stop at five-bar gate and lift her up
Call or whistle - they come from a half-kilometre
Black, brown mares, one gelding
Jealous one tries to bite...

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" ....They profess to know God, but by
their deeds they deny Him...."
                 ------Titus 1/16



The old cracked church sat sleeping atop the hill,
yawning spire and bell,
the quells of forgotten voices...

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Listen here!
I am hurting up all over
Lying here undiscovered

Papparazzi cumulus are jostling in my street
God is taking photos of the remnants of His sheep
Climbing footholds and gripping on the rungs
Heaving and panting I'm a-aching in my lungs
Ascend this twisted ladder of my helix
I'm not the...

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Driven to Distraction

Can’t help it
Can’t do anything about it
An innocent photo
Fantasizes
Her word repeated
Re-read and re-initiated
Touches
Swims me through 
Her soul
Finds my spirit
Traversing the spaces
Hanging with kisses

She repeats
And replete
On tantalizings
Almost tasted
I fall
Control-less
Can’t help it
Can’t do anything about it
In the images
She painted
Enchanted
The rick and cot
Of desire
In sheets and...

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