Best Ladled Poems

In a moment of juvenile jealousy 
he envies his red rival

with its intimate and greedy embrace of her angels’ share
of honey and vanilla spice
as wet stretchy hands of fervent fabric
possessively cup 
her brandied beauty 

amidst wistful notions
to revive his parched heart
he craves to be ladled...

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Amidst wistful notions
   
   to revive his parched heart,
      
      he craves to be ladled with her ardent spirits,
         
   ...

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youth, where imperfections trip upon each other
and opportunistic peers joyfully celebrate the folly
 - glass tree houses be damned...

and - a spun bottle breaks blood brotherhoods
where fragile crevices expose truths and
welcome untested kinships to fill the void.

the leftover baggage - will it be burden or...

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I pick up little treasures of poetic swirls
like heavy cream on a sundae, here at poetry soup.

Rich meaty soup, a bean mix from around the world
Seasoned with exotic herbs from many nations

Shaped in crocks from potters hands uniquely molded
Ladled and tasted across the ocean

Shared and...

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Oh so found; here I am two centuries into this recipe; within ironic caldron
The finest ingredients have been bestowed; in every friend found beyond
Based this broth on the deepest marrow of their love; careful memories thought
When it started to simmer they welcomed me; I was...

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Take me to the water once again 
where seashells are cradled 
by the soft lull of shore's end
sitting contented and ladled 

At the seaside two discarded oars 
traded in for a summer jaunt 
across the waters, a dormi d'or 
waving at an early morning font...

Lead...

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Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle
   when off to see a crooked man and woman
whilst cowards jumped over moo ving little
   pair of mismatched muggles, 
   who both walked from scan
din navy yah, where dog goniff imps...

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Now, unlike my usually trenchant literary librettos, i regale the unknown (tum me) reader for savoir faire articulation, elocution, and indomitable tour de force proffered by spectrum of bounteous expropriated hegemony rightful to Mother Nature. 
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A Place Revisited Within The Mind
(an illusory escape during dead...

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A farmer's son was once tending to his mother's hens,
Collecting their eggs to sell,
At his family's road-side market stand when,
He found a purple egg with a rotten smell. 

The boy looked around at all the female foul,
Perhaps a mutant hen had delivered this egg,
Although it...

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Sun Noodles Lake Two- Haiku

lake, water falls, shaped
noodles spilled, boiled up flavor
sun ladled two scoops...

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Are you the one that blocked the sun?
That fired the bullet from the gun
That laughed aloud at what you’d done
To this fair land that cash built

That sat on high upon your throne
Surveying what you bought and owned
Unhearing of the anguished moans
Of this fair land that...

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They are conflicted haunted images from black and white photos of America 1933, when there was no place left to run. 

It was the hunger of people lined up, scraps of food ladled out, the street kitchens stretch across the country. 

Families held together by...

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Moonstruck

Many moons and seasons ago my five children
inquired where I was heading to on my journey

I replied ‘to the moon’ and to how to get there
‘with a ladder’ to astonished faithful suspense

Turned downsize up and ascending again and
once more over and above I should get...

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Faraway Footsteps

How present
This past
Called memory

Hollow sole dragging
Hobnail boots
Caked with crud
Mud
And oil
Atop the landing
"Drop them greasy clothes"
Came the sometimes loving voice
The sometimes malevolent voice
But always his wife's warning
My mother's caring way

So many years past
When linoleum's impoverished sound
Is so remembered
Stepping from stove to table
Her laboring hands
Hefting the...

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the headiness of now
swirl of keystroke and ideal
new pages
new thoughts
flying on ether
buoyed by excited neutrons
flared by the plasma
of a thousand faceless pens
type it
spill it
splash it on out with a careless eye
falling slow on burning diodes
bundled up
like a mind's autumn harvest
fed to a soul's hearth
dripping with...

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