Best Looking At Poems

Awestruck in its grandeur, acquiescing to mystic of refulgence up high,
Exalted I feel, lauding designs iridescent, upon sapphire blue sky;
As I listen to birdsongs, reverberating missives of sensuous eventide,
Reminiscing in titillation of love, wishing you were here, by my side.

Rippling currents strum, rhythms of river...

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I see you looking at me
There is an old pang in my chest
there where your hands used to caress
where your lips loved to roam
there where you called your home
There is an old flutter now
What is that in your eyes?
Is it real or just a disguise?
I...

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High in sky the moon drifts by
up above the land.
Warming  glow on those below
lovers hand in hand.

Through the years her name appears
written down in time.
Verse by verse the words disperse
in a poet’s rhyme.

We both knew as our love grew
on that day in June;
love so...

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I never thought I'd turn into a flower,
supine, looking at the sky,
sometimes vibrant, but so fragile -
with an innocent vulnerable rainbow heart.

My eyes gaze at timeless horizons,
resembling fragrant pages of my poetry.
My verses are like a bouquet of emotions,
an abundance of fresh pastels,
which sometimes bleed...

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If you hide behind the stars
I will watch you through the mirror, moon
And if you hide in memories and the heart's scars 
I will watch you through memories transparent balloon
If you hide in the breeze when its scarce
I will watch you through the pool and...

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That idiotic and exasperating, disturbing Rosanne Barr,
walking around gaudy and tasteless, acting like a star.
Blatantly obvious no sane person should be employing,
such an earsplitting voice, so obnoxious and annoying!


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The Name Foresakes Me
July 21, 2018...

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Beautiful berry bushes have grown renegade all over our yard.
Garden catalogs call them this, it is not a name I made up.  They are beautiful, but also strangling.
They have strangled three crepe myrtles, and a couple of lilac bushes, forcing them to die.
One has...

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Supine, looking at the sky
I’m on a hill, where daisies with the breeze
are dancing. I see birds and wish to fly -
to soar with them with joy and great ease.

Supine, with my heart in flight,
I’m flirting with the clouds surrounding me.
My spirit’s wings reach a...

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Looking at love alone


All I see in this darkness are the fires burning in the distance;
Dreams disappear with the smoke formed from former wishes.
Life is a cartoon and we are animals of circumstance;
What have I become without a real romance?


Long live the death of love;
Leave...

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I see you looking at me
There is an old pang in my chest
there where your hands used to  caress
where your lips loved to roam
there were you called your home
There is an old flutter now
What is that in your eyes?
Is it real or just a...

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Midgets always do
Looking strangely at the stars 
Counting bigger ones

Small and big dippers
Emit freedom a distance
Expressing oneness

At times in old days
Longing to look at more stars
Achieve apogee....

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You, looking at me
             Come and let me look closely
              To see what's behind those 
    ...

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Eight (NEW) ways of looking at a blackbird
Inspired by the poem, Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird, by Wallace Stevens 


I.	
The blackbird tilted its head
and lakes froze in anticipation

II.	
The blackbird is self aware
I know this
The blackbird knows I know 

III.	
The blackbird shifted its wing
and...

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Another repetitious dream – 3
The outsider look in, from within / looking at

Dreams come alive during the morning hours,
long after most of the world – on this side of the sun –
has risen from the fading light of moons glow and dreams.
My dreams ride the...

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“Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope.” 
? Dr. Seuss


Looking At Life Through Rose Colored Glass and Daydreams 

I gaze up towards the sky watching all the birds’ flyby
  Whoosh,...

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