Best Neighboring Poems

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Marmalade 
drips from 
the sky,
and all around me, the world is awash
      in vibrant orange splendor
splashed    ...

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The routine ride home from a neighboring town, seemed different today.  
As I glanced at the dirty, sandy spot left on the usually spotless...

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I Am Why….

Why’s that nightingale sings all through the night? I am why.
How come rain makes a rainbow by kissing light? I am why.
I am...

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So, what is the best theme for
a poem?  No guarded secret, all themes --  
Freely to Roam! And what, the prescribed 
destination or...

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Vivaldi’s Violin

 The sound begins vague as a thought from perhaps 
a misted remembrance made more distant more soft 
in the surrounding sunset not trusting...

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Dear swollen-trunk maple, deemed 
diseased by the saw-happy tree guy, 
you who have stood silently, supposedly 
slipping your ailment through your roots 
to the neighboring...

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I’m a stodgy old lady with suddenly too much time on her hands.
I was always too work worn to make big Halloween plans...

But as I...

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Outside, the moon is alone in the sky
and floats bright white in the ocean
of the great black-blue on high.

It illuminates slightly my surroundings,
giving everything the...

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Panes of dirty glass conceal the past
where futures were tied to land and soil.
And pa fingers a hand full of dirt
reflecting on years of pain...

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Hymn to Pan

Before Morocco was Roman, you see,
the music of Pan was African jazz.

At the Wednesday night prayer meeting
the percussion discussion of Mingus goes on,
getting'...

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Sitting on this roof,
seeing the colored lights in neighboring windows
finding frosted panes in abstract happiness,
as winter’s wind howls about my face

Speakers blare in cramping holiday...

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Dedicated to Evelyn Judy Buehler. I love the joy
and color she brings to her poetry!


Pink puddle of petals, precious
underneath the parasol tree.

Celebrant-pear in bridal white...

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IF My Life Does Not Matter To You, Then NO Singing, Shouting, or Dancing Will Change that.

IF My Life Does Not Matter To You, Then...

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I dwelt once in a dreamy town, my land was alongside the border,
In a region of natural beauty, next to a crystalline body of water.

From...

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