Best Man Poems

Silently he sat in darkness, flinching at the sight of light.
Which created a glow reflecting on his balding head.
His cold glare did not help my nerves, 
so I simply stood there observing his silence.

His philosopher beard's tendrils seem to crawl forever,
some hidden behind his buckled...

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I long to—
Walk one more time
To where the land ends, and the ocean begins
To listen expectantly for the sounds of infant waves
Grasping layers of golden sand
I long to—
Hear the fat gulls with white bellies
And ebony eyes
Floating on invisible wires
Calling for the savory morsels
Hidden inside the...

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No one ever told me that your heart could bleed without a drop that anyone could see. I didn't know your soul could lose weight that your shadow could get thin. I had no idea that there were dry tears that one could shed while...

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When a Man Loves a Woman

A man who loves a woman in the way
a woman wants him to will love her true.
He’ll hold her close, and never will he stray.
But there is so much more this man will do!
He’ll build her up because her self-esteem
should...

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Old man


he lived over there
in a house of dreams
		                               alone

	every day
	he fetched his mail


I woke...

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He sees no evil
only good
his right hand
does not know
what the left hand does

And in his dreams
his left leg
runs in a different
direction
and makes him crash

He chases illusions
through foggy fields
embraces half
the world

And in his crooked smile
his right eye shines bright
with mischief
and love...

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It was about seven in the morn as the sun was starting to rise
Unbeknown to the folks of Milton Creek they were in for a surprise
Outside the saloon wagons were unloading, before noondays heat
Rumour had it that it had been bought by a lady from...

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You can write about it
A red rose in summer skies
Of beautiful rainbows
Coloring her Spanish eyes
Of Lovely mountains
And winding rivers too
Kissing passionately
Under an exotic moon 

Mr. Poetry Man
Write a poem for me
Make it of a dream
In a midnight fantasy
Mr. Poetry  Man
Write a poem just for...

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JAZZ MAN

Lips of sweat,
Igniting catalyst tune as they burn, 
Crossed eyes, attention spreads
feeling the whiteness in the pure magic
Each memo confronts the other, 
Soul cord of depth, 
and for one short-lived moment.
Losing sight of reality in a stasis of oasis.
The passionate barb sticks note directly...

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My appreciation Francis Crasto for allowing me to collaborate with you as your 'psychiatrist' on ‘A MAN UNDER STRESS’- A great sequel to your recent poem on your page ‘DIG DEEP’. 



Hello Francis, how are you today?
       Silly Question!...

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Snow is falling and floods are flowing,
people dying and children keep crying,
but he's just an ordinary man,
sitting there watching TV.

Icebergs melting and penguins starving,
men in suits talking and big guns firing,
but he's just an ordinary man
playing on his smartphone.
 
Storms blowing and seas are raging,
children...

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You sat there crying with tears rolling down you face
Asked me why I didn’t show you any compassion
All I could say was that: 
‘I’m just a man’

I should have wiped away your tears and held you tight
Told you I loved you and everything will be...

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A straw man stood fixed upon timber firm, 
gazing at Autumn's gilded, moonlit prize.
He, the king of Earth and the winding worm,
she, the pale darling of cold starry skies.

Left in fallow field of harvest' soiled gown, 
with sun bleached woolen coat so neglected.
Besotted by her...

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“The Queen-Sized Bed”.
			 © London F. Buss

  A queen-size bed was coming slowly,
  down the rough dirt track.
  As it drew closer,
  The wheels clumsily mounted on the base of each leg,
  rattled like a hospital gurney on the stones.
...

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You, Mariana—deepest trench of my knowing  
   I call you by name not to possess it
but because it is the only prayer  
   I have ever known how to say  

You are the sea—each wave not an argument...

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