Best Knurled Poems

When all of youth flees
and even the whitest eye reddens, rheums,
words, fair words, dispel the gloom.
When hands are mapped with age and knurled,
still, they transform...

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Black Powder
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He waits offstage, his posture tense,
his gaze locked on the audience -
his first in years.

He blots the sweat that wets his face,
then walks onstage...

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Looming ...

The possibility of crisis
          Life-as-you-now-know-it-ending crisis
         ...

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My heart has sought your mystery
guardian dryad, ivy tressed tree,
other worldly mound and ley;
long I’ve searched the fair Sidhe.

Here, found I the ancient long bone,
the...

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From seed to sapling it grew non-stop
On the tall majestic Mountain’s top
It spread its boughs and sank its roots
Deep into it’s fertile boots
But fear it...

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Kneeling, head bowed, the old

          Knight remained still, though his

Knobby and enfeebled

    ...

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The storm has come and gone                   ...

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A tackle trunk beneath a tree.
It's knurled top a bright red-brown.
A rod leaned up against it's side
bought at a store from the next town.

A magic...

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Splick, splosh, splash. The stormy sky’s crash;
Emptying all of heavens rejected sadness onto our heads.
Greed is laughing, as gales fell trees to the marshy ground.
The...

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* CONTENT WARNING: This poem is about physical abuse. *

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eyes, down ...

at my yellow polo,
red spatters
so evenly placed that
they look...

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Passion burns through his veins,
Mind filled with ideas insane!
Always in need of a musing's high,
His heart stirs and sighs!

Matched traits and kind,
Morphing form, she hides!
So...

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So there she is, a park bench crone, mother of the listless,
the passing-by;
head bowed, caught between dark and light I sense her 
yet.

There she is,...

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intimidating serrated crest
emulates Ansel's view
challenges down-clad one
to climb her stretch-marked belly

a gaze upward
at silver glazed wall
the glacial rock face
mirrors reflection

filigree flakes
dissolve on the tongue
boot prints...

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As I walked through the park in the late sun's light,
Watching the people jog by and a bird's lazy flight.
An old man sat on a...

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Lumi's hand pressed upon his shoulder in a surprisingly firm grip guiding him into the dining area and to the second of two long slender...

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