Best Lapped Poems

Not to be taken lightly, I burnt all my clothes 
Cut the tattoos off my back, tore pins from my nose 
Foraged for food particles,...

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 My cherished one ,

Think not of this night with an absent moon

But think of those nights that we  used to know

Think of those...

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Strong Coffee Ate A Silver Spoon

Strong coffee ate a silver spoon
Blind feline lapped up the spilled milk
Sweet relief cannot come too soon
I slept on sheets...

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Hot Night, Cold Milk

The night was hot, I couldn't fall asleep
and so I rose to get a glass of milk.
I tiptoed past the cat who...

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Tea Leaves On The Bosphorus

Seated at a table by the stirring water,
My eyes absorb the shore of Asia.
Minerets and aged worn stone
Stand haphazardly along the...

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The moon was neither full, nor was it not
She shone down radiant lighting the misty ole night
The waves lapped the shore
As a gentle breeze streaked...

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I spoke into the microphone, as tears interrupted my speech
The dread of public speaking, overcame me, like hearing a screech
Then I sort of rambled on,...

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He lives upon a printed page,
marching golden in a dream.
His words described a brighter age --
which quaffed the milk and lapped the cream.
Fate brought him...

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Golden Notes, Within Love's Newfound Treasures

As river rose, waves lapped on eager banks
bright as gold, love and its true romance gives
for its blessings we give...

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The sun left the sky

as I lay on the sand

with a three diamond ring

resting cold in  my hand

I lay in the place

where I once...

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the grace of Paris
lingering in my thoughts. . . 
Madrid’s grimy walls

As our small group of students entered Madrid, it was an early morning in...

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alone now
I roam through memories
recalling treasures of the past
journeying back to seaside treks with my husband
riding to the city to see Broadway shows
reliving nights of...

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Her feline grace reclined, 
triumph ruled in Her eyes -
Many sought the blue flamed tryst 
in shaded groves they court with lies.

These men fell power...

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Cold clear water lapped 
against the tall green grass
from lakes filled with bass 
and red and black robins
 stand splashing their backs
 Among green waving...

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what is that ... there ... in the darkness?

what is that hollow creature, cold and callous
that shrouds its image in the deep, remorseless black?
careless, the...

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