Best Minding Poems

I’ve lost more prose				Driving in my car,
than I’ve written				navigating traffic,
for they often come unbidden		poems form like magic.
not minding where.				I can’t release the wheel
They haven’t the...

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December 2017

Extremely high winds are forecast due to an influx of sprouts over Christmas . My New Year’s resolution to avoid chocolate is not the...

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I knelt amidst the mountain's rise
        beneath the weeping opal skies
       ...

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Blue Egg Mommy

You know it’s spring when she sings.
The first to show as day greets “Hello”

Her morning song so beautiful and strong.
Soon preoccupied all day...

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A once pretty, teenage girl, heavily pregnant
Stood in the rain,
Her clothes torn, her eyes red, her ankles
Swollen, she was in pain.
She often stood on the...

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A poem should be smooth and flat
As a jagged rock
A poem should wander
As well as be expected
Wandering through a mind
Still minding it's own business
A poem...

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My adored is here, Oh Vincent!
Charming with your perfume's scent
not minding if it costs just 50 cent.
Wishing to lean on you
and form a crescent
on your...

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Endless poverty 
If they still lie to us 
They got nothing to offer
Is not new anymore 
How strange things are
Changing
Right in front of our eyes
They...

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It is a sin
for Gregory to be a miser
even to himself
accumulating infinite fortune
with a half-bedroom to show for it

It is a sin
for miss Zane to...

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A Fool in Love

We could have been in love sometimes somehow
With the person we least expected
That feeling is always wild
That it could last you for...

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I had a horse named Suzie Haus when I was twenty-one.
I had wanted her since I was seven, the waiting was finally done.
She was the...

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Curled under my covers
Hiding the world from my senses
Angel’s comfort beyond my grasp
Seeking refuge
Minding darkness...

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Once upon a Christmas dreaming 
Alphabets of spelling sleep, 
Coal and snow plumed shrouded wreaths, 
Fantasia minds plunged ever teeming 
    ...

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Ants are known to be industrious,
Bustling about the anthill
In lines and arcs and freeform patterns,
Intent on some important insect mission,
Minding their own business, thank you.

Of...

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Sad song singing as the sickle keeps swinging,about Dead dogs and draftees
Marching mad miles of misery
through trenches of terror and maniacle mazes...on the whims of...

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