Best Knee High Poems

I was born and raised in a little town by the name of Calder
That was just twenty miles south of the Canadian border
As a boy I enjoyed going to school and was doing really well
Mom sang my praises to all her friends; she was proud you...

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Look past
the faded little girl    braids and bows 
in a       polaroid picture
buttery yellow skirt 
curtsying     a smile
frog prince 
imprisoned      in her palm
under a creamy pound cake ...

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What’s fair is fair

I walked into Macys Department Store the other day
thinking I’d buy a few items for the summer
I entered on the first floor and was met by
counter after counter of cosmetics and perfume
with finely made up women in fancy smocks 
just waiting to...

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I bequeath to you my poems,
For words are all I own--
May the images of snow and fall
Bring you comfort when alone.

And I will leave you all of it;
The moonlight on the moor--
As well the quiet, leafy wood,
Or a sunbathed distant shore.

And among the rhyme and...

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I dream that tonight I am a raccoon
And it is here in this body that I store the notion
That my sadness will last forever,
In the treasury of unclaimed awareness,
Where pits of the peaches could never re-sprout...
I dig deep into the indent of a Denver ravine,
Gnaw...

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Oh beautiful Gypsy,
I see you there, in amber campfire mist.
On the banks of a crystalline pool, a bronze skinned lovely moving with intoxicating rhythm to the strum of guitars.
Sable eyes, gleaming with wanderlust, transfixed on distant dreams. Raven hair sheens cobalt blue, in glow of...

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I see this perfect moon-lit night
with million heart-shaped stars in sight
ill-clad with none but drooping leaves
a fig-tree fraught with a disease
its beauty once majestic spoilt
in battle lost ‘gainst arid soil 

Against all odds with all its might
a lone fig struggling to the light
I near the...

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My lovely grandma taught me how to bake apple pie 
I helped her in the kitchen from when I was knee high 


Old family recipes were written down in a book   
Cakes, cookies and pies were all so skilfully made  
When grandma...

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Two is company
Three a crowd
A and B call the shots
I'll C my way out

I've become a nuisance 
With the key to their heart
A knee high fence
Setting them apart

They clear with ease
The top of my Hurdle
I'm just a disease
A bothersome girdle 

I gave them a boy
Adopted...

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On the plains in the Texas panhandle
The fight for survival is real
As I watched from the derrick 
On a short smoke break
A scene rather harsh and surreal

A cottontail bunny was having his way
In a pasture of gold knee high grass
When a hungry coyote, prowling late...

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those days the sun flew like corn flour 
freshly ground at the millrace 
even in winter it was yellow  
when I pressed it down with my thumb 
like an unfastened button on my chest 

I hardly cut my way with a stick 
through the...

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The day Democracy died,
I was a little lad, yea, knee high

Papa turned on the telly
to watch the White House news
Curious to hear if the 
whether forecast rumor was true
Did the First Amendment reporters
get carried away
by a baton wavy sea of blue

Horrified streaming video voices said,
it...

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Impossible mission to sleep on opposite side of marital bed...

Oddly enough even 
when frolicking in the autumn mist
with seasoned super tramping 
cheaply tricked out goo goo dolls
some resembling Indigo Girls,
one foo fighting beastie boy
unable to adjust snoozing 
on the left bedside.

Don't ask me why,
cuz we...

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I was thinking today 
                        That in itself
              ...

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Spinning the Resort

By Elton Camp

For guests the resort does advertise
So it will be desirable in their eyes

Since the building is old and run down:
“Located in the historical part of town”

The heat and air don’t work very well:
“About the local climate you will tell”

Grounds are shabby...

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