Best Nets Poems

The people of this world are like the three butterflies in front of a candle's flame.
The first one went closer and said:I know about love.
The...

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I long to fold my eyes and softly creep

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Dance for me beautiful butterfly 
Flutter me wise
Carry me upward to blue skies
Reveal rainbow effervescence to my eyes

My perfect moment encased in time
Within my heart...

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Come and see the tiny baby,
sleeping on a bed of straw.
The angels came and sang His praises,
and shepherds watched in silent awe.

Come and see who's...

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Crisp end of winter morning,
my shovel digs the soil,
turning over weeds and worms,
and watch them twist and coil …
hoe the dirt once more again,
until a...

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More interesting the way you wrestle
never meaning hurt..
flirting.., with a skillfull mind
and matching tongue.

Twice as agile your swift feet, gleeful toes,
play like little lady fingers,...

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Kyoko walks alone in the morning tide, 
comforted for a fleeting moment by salty air.
She feels the same sand between her toes 
as when she...

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There is a place where the land bows down to kiss the misty tide,
Where rolling waves bring memories of the place my heart resides.
There among...

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I waded with a cross through sea beds
bone-dry now of torrential rains
from last night's summer storm
my arms carrying the boat to treeless banks

And heard whispers...

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"Selkie"



Tomorrow never comes
shadows dance on walls
the wanting of bodies electric
pressed fast and tight
in the hot surrender 
of wet sheets sailing 
over solitary satin skin
neroli oiled...

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That sad day when you said, "It's just not there"
Such sentiments seemed pulled out of the air
For many months we'd loved and lived as one
Sharing...

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Mister Joe, poet, jangles loose change in his pocket,
Jogging memories and garnering thoughts as he walks.
For Mr. Joe's brain washes, tumbles and dries,
his gems of...

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The morn's alive with skylarks singing

o'er the greening meadow and the pliant pasture,

the ocean sighing, gulls aloft on wings of prayer.

A sudden shower would see...

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Your paradigm's a relic, a plea from data's cemetery,
While I sculpt luminaries on screens, a sable sea.
"Company loyalty," a myth, spun in your reverie,
But AI...

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She got it for her wedding gift,
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