Best Lodging Poems

Elder jays roam  the tainted winds in herds,
Alighting  upstream like most  holy birds
Into  the threshold  of  an inky ...

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Somehow, the deluge of cloudburst
unwraps my flesh pallid, as if to spill
holy water--maybe thickened dew—just
to give a name to lapses of my unheard cries,
while an...

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A summer afternoon, I stepped onto my study porch's to go to lunch. A Hispanic-looking man was standing there waiting for me. I said hello...

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Used on Poetry Soup 6/13/17

Summer’s Songs

The rumbling bass of thunder,
A beat of light, a roaring rain,
Zinnias are spreading and waving
Glory colors once again.

The low viola...

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A Palace of Aloneness.

This palace of aloneness is not my home. 
It's bricks know only the time of run-off bygones.
Transition past it's thousand entrances 
Impaired...

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Gravel crusted potholes, all slathered up with mud,
    And ruts that jar your bones served on the side.
No place to turn around:...

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i sit in front of window
i see magnificent scenery
brighter than the blue sky
clearer than the clearwater

i hear wind voice whispering to me
it hugs me firmly...

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I lie with shadows past the midnight hours
wondering . . . wondering. . . when will I ever sleep?
Something gnaws at me; at times it...

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Today I awoke, half-eaten by
a stubborn flame that cannot die

though long the coal departed;
I lay here broken-hearted,

like it was yesterday she said
she needs me not...

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From deep melancholy
I can see things are still moving.
Droning buildings, persons and some
pales of persons (inside), animal airs,
and walking phantasms yearning 
to be beautiful.

It all...

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I was a stylish, assertive travel agent, arranging getaways for busy people;
Like sudden getaways of jewel, shooting stars, on ebony nights of upheaval.

I planned calm,...

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Born into a life of poverty crime and squalor
where hunger and cold winds bite
and disease is rife
and it was a daily battle to stay alive
and...

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JAKE THE RAKE

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"The Well of Tender Moorings"



Deep as the coolest deep dark well
Seeking sanctuary in thy fathomless ocean,
The immaculate buoyant waters of thy untamed soul
I lie between...

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Christ!
A warparty of 60 Shoshone warriors has just stampeded into the meadow
faces painted red and white for blood and death, all sorts of strange designs,
bows...

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