Best Lofted Poems

Young Father Murphy, Parish Priest, 
he rang Archbishop Moore, 
advising him he suddenly 
had taken rather poor.  
"I'll not be fit for Sunday mass...

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P ower held with in my grip, Run bastard, run.
I nnocence once taken can never be un-ripped.
C olorful the names they'll call me now, hateful;
k...

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bittersweet vine
twist like pipe curls on a finger
blue birds sings

bird song arias
wake the sun-soaked cat napping
feathers fly

down laced twigs
incubate the Robin’s blue eggs
puss licks his...

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Some Say Golf Game

Some say my golf game is really great,
And to go again I sure can hardly wait;
When balls have been hardly driving,
People are astounded...

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Lost in My Senses

What wondrous night so warm and magical,
I saw you through the tangle of leaves, the breeze gently kissing your delicate cheeks.
You weaved...

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I know the Bear.
     watcher, courage
          unpredict(ability)
I know the Snake.
  ...

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What wondrous night so warm and magical,
I saw you through the tangle of leaves, the breeze gently kissing your delicate cheek.
You weaved slowly to and...

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I found John today.
John died yesterday. 

I read of John today.
I vibrate now to his pinch.

Somewhere by a poisoned river
a dead man was born...
Somewhere by...

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Titans tilting, tangibly human windmills
Swaying sentries, harboring haloed witness 
  Lofted coal mines, timber canary cages  
      ...

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Lucent snake
                       ...

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sail ship of lofted line
down the keelway rolling fine
splashing birth to berth...

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The new roves are not like the old,
They purvey an unwieldy aspect
To their elderly kindred folk;
Even on this steep hill forms encroach
Upon an edifice grand...

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Virgin skin and smiling eyes
lightly steps in black disguise.
The shadowed depths to travel in
‘neath lofted moon’s pale unveiling.
Spirited way on her lover’s calls,
sneaks through silent...

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Remembering the pool 
down by the port
where at times we use to swim
sometimes with friends 
sometimes alone
at times beneath the moon
black and blue beautiful hues
arm...

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I have one great thing that comes so warmly
Tears soaked in love.
My darlington -- pigmy doll.

I rolled my heart like a roller on your tiny...

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