Best Juts Poems

My schooner eases
into the tiger claw
that an umber peninsula
juts seaward.
The carnelian bay 
beckons like honey
as I aim
for twilight's tangerine
and sun's waning citrine
in amber haze.
Papaya clouds...

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A shadow’s bean juts out over the shore
One that I have not seen before
Enlarged beyond my own
No color, no tone. 

I’ve been this way for...

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My hands caress the curious shapes
And search for hidden cracks and nooks
Like blind men touch a lover’s face.
At last a probing finger hooks

Around the slender...

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Ever since the creation of mankind
Life has puzzled the human mind
Has anybody ever questioned its origin?
Poets, philosophers , sociologists are still behind the margin

The first...

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Jewel is largest orb,
Jazzed third bright in night sky,
Juts in fifth place from sun.
Joins name of Roman god.
Jam rules Sag and Pisces;
Jells expansion and grace,
Jives...

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OPENING NIGHT


               she slips
       ...

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The hollow tree of a man,                   ...

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Toddlers teeter on the hollowed trunks and sport with juts of ice.
'Cross boulder bridges, flouting rapids, hop the agile blond and beige.
Yet in close chase,...

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Above my burdened desk hangs my bulletin board..
I think I must try make time to get a bigger one soon.
My busy life has crowded this...

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Person With the Gun

Juts received an email message about gun control.
Here is my response.

People should never own any gun unless
There is a way to straighten...

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Analysed

In pieces,
A broken mirror
Splinters of reflection leering at the sky,
Dry and lifeless,
Gasping, drowning in a dingy flood
A river, a tempest, a storm
Forlorn.

'You are the fragile...

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An artifact juts from the dirt
with glib glyphs and weird words
A man holding a snake
and the outline of a lake
Seem to warn present day man
with...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Seven

The balding weeping willow by the Prefecture Gate’s railings
There where on drowsy summer’s day gather swan and goslings
To...

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I fatten 'neath the topsoil's healthy moat
          So pregnant with the surge of life, anew
 ...

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Their lies on the West Coast of Scotland
A Kingdom that's rarely been seen
Where it's beauty radiates through ones eyes
Even closed you can only but dream

Natures...

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