Best Lumbers Poems

fat girl cries
big fat tears
splash
crash
down her chubby cheeks
down her pillar like neck
which was once
much like a swan
now gone

fat girl sighs
big fat sigh...
a heart groan of...

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It must be springtime
for she lumbers by her nest
below the fig tree.

Hatchlings soon appear
to scamper into the sea.
She cries out to, "Watch

for eagles above!"
then turns...

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In my town and only 90 feet
from my house run a pair of old tracks, 
railroad tracks older than my house, 
even older than me,...

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Cold rains, wet and weary... seeping through the sky,
spectres pass ’long side me... bent, with collars high,
my visions are invisible and no one sees me...

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There was a king who invited Artists to sketch the exact hand of Jesus so he can hung it in His palace

One of them depicted...

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Under a tree of wet blossoms, shimmering to life in the sun, one honey bee is circling around two burly men, who wave it off,...

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Looking for adventure and escape,
a young girl's thinking of skipping school.
And a case of spring-fever finds her
skirting the edge of town, acting cool.

Sharp as a...

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My dear daughter,
I watch 
As you give your trust
Placing your small hand
Inside God’s glove
Pain’s siren cry begs you to quit

Ever mindful of its power
Still, you...

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Flim-Flam dances to the beat of a drugged out drummer
Her moves are suggestive and sometimes vulgar
Her hands are soiled and damp holding onto the grimy...

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Who suggests a trip back...rides to this bit of nostalgia in the middle years of the Great Depression aboard a Chicago elevated train, "the El."...

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haiku

wide-eyes, ears up
wax statues in the brush
danger lumbers past

baby deer
on a gambol in the snow
instinct kicks in

holding its breath
fawn awaits mother's nod
eye contact...

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A scholarly man of numbers,
when confronted said, “Chance be gone!
He who believes the lie slumbers.”
A scholarly man of numbers
challenges the mind that lumbers.
“Probability is the...

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Listen to the sounds.
The sounds of a new baby crying,
the chirping of the birds.
Music in the background
from a neighbor far away.

The hoot of an owl.
the...

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We battle and quibble over numbers,
twenty, or forty, or fifty-three percent.
The bottom squeals as the beast still lumbers
over their desperate bodies. Screams will rent
the air...

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I stood and cried in The Magazine Bus,
Deep in New Orleans, in the city rush, 
as it plowed and choked along
like a curved-back dinosaur
wheezing through...

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