Best Matters Poems

It hovers here, a moon opaque,
obscuring mountain trails I take.
No other living things appear.
A moon opaque. . . It hovers here.

I follow on along a...

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Alas
how they suffer
poverty seeds disease 
like a puddle breeds mosquitoes - 
the sickly buzz is everywhere..

the dirge of the drudge 
nowadays damn near everyone in...

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What Matters Most

What matters most is obvious to me.
It’s hearth and home, kin and family.
Life is an hourglass and the sands
of your time keep drifting...

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An ocean tumbles through dreams of you. In depths unknown,
I float above. Oh, how I long to dive beneath your surface,  
yet I am...

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Cypress trees like evergreen steeples
rise above rows of gravestone woes,
their shadows lie side by side like railroad ties 
across writhing paths banded like snakes;
the gravel...

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You probably don't think much of me
save for the season of spring
when your lawn litters itself
with giant over-buttered popcorn

(birds that think they can sing,
supersonic sneezes?
those...

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Painting with Words

If I were an artist instead of a poet
I’d paint what I knew as others would know it.

I’d be a Renoir and never...

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I look at shining stars in cobalt sky
with just one wish to make on only one
of billions of them in this Galaxy
where we're just one...

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The chair is her home, her universe now
It is all that her many years will allow
Helena’s elegant beauty once shone
Now her mind wanders a world...

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Battling the instabilities of reality.
Behind daylight's closed doors.
Imaginary chains keep me captive.

White walls decorated with 
silhouettes of suppressed shadows -
disappear, upon the sight of twilight.

Alone,...

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A lover 
dies a millions times,
cursing the silence 
of his tongue.

A poet 
bleeds a million times,
until his heart has expressed
what matters the most.

When there is...

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How Poetry Began, such plots you tell!
A Tale Of Fire And Ice you wrote so well
Poor Peter Pumpkin bid a sad adieu
Pink Cherry Blossoms was...

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Politics and Poetry – is hate really the answer

Why write a poem of hate about Trump
He’s been there just over a week
Though Hilary Clinton the...

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Tears of a hero

Tears of a hero, they say I supposed to be a tough guy..So I can’t let the tears show.

But with these feelings...

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Have I been one among the chain
of those who come to gawk, then strain
to point a finger, poke my nose
into places I don't own?
To claim...

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