Best Next To Last Poems

Imagine a black velvet curtain
Pinholed to allow specked light
Now imagine that same curtain
Endlessly stretching out of sight
And there you have the immense
Velvet blackness of outer...

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Here we are fans this fine summer day,
to watch Trash Can Cats, versus Downtown Stray.
The field is grand in this deep wooded glen,
pitchers are warming...

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 Gymnasts and Poets

Poetry writing, a practiced passion,
Gymnastics, practiced poetry in motion,
Choose your form with the first line.
Move quickly into the mood,
directly spoken, intimated,
free verse...

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Unlike the story of the three wise men traveling the 
same path searching for their new born king.
Three men , traveler's, were doing the same...

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Everybody knows that most urban legends are a bunch of folklores or whatever, especially Bigfoot (aka: “Sasquatch). Urban legends are the only ones that people...

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The dusty road is now black topped
Windows can be opened
to let in plenty of clean fresh air
though no house stands chosen

The fence still stands in...

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Their lawn chairs in the sun
Outside a standard door--
They are considered nonproductive.
They passed their buying power
For the next to last measured lot.

The old man putters...

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The art of loving isn’t hard to master
So many things seem filled with love.
To be lost in a love forever.

Love more everyday. Accept the disaster
Of...

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Unlike the story  of the three wise men traveling the 
same path, searching for their newborn  king, 
three men, travelers were doing the...

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Unfaithful marital transgressions
self admitted indictment,
crime and punishment,
no longer think high lee
entailing no mister re: demeanors,
I searingly weathered

(George by bushed, albeit thankfully,
no unwanted child left behind),
nonetheless...

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I had spent recent years in mourning, since I had lost someone very dear;
As when pallid moon is hidden by clouds, and bright stars will...

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The dusty road is now black topped
Windows can be opened
to let in plenty of clean fresh air
though no house stands chosen

The fence still stands in...

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How Pale the Poem!
(An Echo Poem) (1)

Are poems lovely as night's stars?
Aren't all more fireflies viewed in jars?
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Faint points of light man barely sees
now (gift...

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look at me
water shoes on
beach chair buried in the sand
feeling like an overtly energetic six year old again
acting all shy as she grabs my hand...

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The revolution will come bit-by-bit
freedoms for securities, a stock split

The revolution will not be streamed
things aren't always what they seem

The revolution will occur in silent...

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