Best Lasses Poems

March is the first to arrive on the scene.
She sees Winter leaving and blows him a kiss,
And then she starts in to paint the world...

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Remembering the days of yesteryear
when family ties were held most dear,
gas lamps flickered in the back street
while most of us danced a different beat.
Tragic alleyways...

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E  ngage
N  ot 
D  estroy

S  tudents'
H  earts
A  nd 
M  inds  

E  liminate
D  ull
U  ninteresting
C...

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This was written a few years ago for St. Patty's Day and posted:
If your favorite color is green and of the Emerald Isles you dream,
you...

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Sipping cherry limeade, driving in the car parade, 
we're cruising in the Lone Star state.
Didn't want a bucket seat; the thing it couldn't beat, 
was...

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Benjamin Franklin was known for many a-things
Longing for reality to spring from his dreams
On a wild stormy night made a discovery
A dastardly magic called electricity!

However...

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HEROES

Near somber guards, units of children heap 
dead leaves, naive to any else fallen.
Friend, you chuckle, but your posture speaks
of duty on this day of...

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Thousands living in fear
For they knew Hitler was growing near
In Poland her career would soon to be
As she helped scared persecuted to flee

Gas chambers were...

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He tills within the buzzard's flight 

this cruel land he calls his home, 

ewe and wether, milk and bucket, 

broken spirit, ne'er to roam. 

He's...

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What happened to my boisterous boy,
      beloved keeper 
           ...

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A curious cocktail of odours greets us 
as we move in from playground
to corridor, to cloakroom, to classroom.

Beeswax fragrance: freshly buffed parquet.
Brasso smell: base metal...

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Summertime coats your tongue like molasses
Lingering kiss of strawberry lasses
Sipping lemonade
Beneath pastel shade
Bare toes wriggle in beach-salty grasses

6/06/20...

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not a dim voice in the back of your head
not wisdom and words from those who are dead
not just some long forgotten equation
not a bandage...

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" Ship of Doom "

Ship of doom so sailed to sea ~
Dark her course... 'twas meant to be ~

Into seas this great ship sped ~
Her...

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If a wasted life is now the journey
With a path perilous and wide.
The prevailing observation be...
One should have a guide.

With a soul of sound and...

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