Best Maitre Poems

Flight of stillness;
idle,
ditch-wise.

Ladders point up
but they say the ground is greater;
sunlight knitting to their brown feet green socks.
They crestfall and
buckle at the knee.

Hear guts clap...

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We set sail as Reggae music played out on the Lido.
Our first night was casual; no need for tuxedo.
We could eat a pizza by the...

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Ammmazing how many blithering idiots
sip silently while from their
purpled tongue
horrors regurgitate...

a ripe bachus regurgitation
soured by the tilt
of goblet and the howling
incessant banter of
 bartender
 ...

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C'est aussi simple qu'une phrase musicale.

He is driven by the music in his mind.
Images swirl and almost coalesce...
toujours guide par le son
insaisisable de cette musique...
I...

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Clyde found a fly floundering in his soup

   This discovery threw him for a loop

      He summoned the...

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Today I woke up and smiled with Africa
     I rapped with Nazizi 
     I admired with Ali...

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There are so many talented poetesses and poets
waiting patiently in the long PSoup line
Each got an able, ready pen in their hand,
and some expressive, creative...

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All aboard the Fantasy M/S of Carnival
for half a week’s vacation time of fun and falderal.
Hear greetings from your captain, his director and the crew.
Ready,...

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We couldn't see the turmoil past their swirling smoke
Something strange although ? Seeking for a gesture her children
Granted this clarity should not be given; at...

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We ascertain pleasure in reliving our past,
Though lurking matters often bankrupt our day;
For that portion of living in chronicles is cast,
This content can't change much...

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Gardens – After Dark

Buddha sits stoically observing his garden.
The Gnomes snore as the Fairies toss and turn
asleep on the soft petals of flowers.  The...

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At precisely 6:45 each morning
the house, it starts to shake
I don't need a clock
Oh no, for godness sake...

Big Ol' Redneck Piggly Wiggly
goes roaring off to...

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the noose around my neck only a little colorful scarf on my last day as a slave

to the chefs always screaming their short comings as...

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maitre bee swoops down
snips pollen from stamen head
sips frothy nectar...

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You know him
This man you never met
You know him

You've seen that walk before,
the cool, confident stride
You've seen that smile before,
perfect white teeth
with a grin a...

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