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 space
In which I hang and float seeing
That speckled velvet any way I face
I suppose I am that lucky man
To know...

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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 up in the bull pen.

Pitching for the Cats is Crazy Legs Lynx,
his pitching fast and usually sinks.
Throwing for Strays is...

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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 or rhyme.
Mount the apparatus in graceful form,
forward mount or backward mount,
conventional, unorthodox.
Execute the routine flawlessly.
Express the idea to the core.
Stretch...

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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 thing.
Only in that path, three signs that changed their day.
A fork in the path and a right of way.

On one,...

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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 have been talking about since the beginning. It seems that these unknown events have been keeping people guessing for years...

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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 about the yard.
Turning earth for flowers that she wants
Beside the fence of hedge and vine;
And to a reel gone out...

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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 some places
The pasture filled with trees
Our large garden spot overgrown
Once gathered in no breeze

Memories happy and unpleasant
Flood my memory banks
Thoughts...

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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 a lost mind hours thinking of your love.
The art of loving isn’t hard to master.

Then practice loving farther, loving faster
People,...

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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 one unforgettable
indelible, execrable, and abominable
professedly owned his
civil warring battle of life

transgressions undeservedly heaped
(Uriah hit about that)
(carnal feral hormonally seething
gone astray...

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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 same thing. 
Only in that path  three signs that changed their day.
A fork in the path and a right...

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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 not appear.

My job as a professor consumed me, and I was happy for its distractions,
Like a pastel rainbow that's created,...

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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 of Science) galaxies,

are strung on necklaces like beads.
Star deaths the birth, spread all life's seeds.

So far away (more distant still)
define...

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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 some places
The pasture filled with trees
Our large garden spot overgrown
Once gathered in no breeze

Memories happy and unpleasant
Flood my memory banks
Thoughts...

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His army was poised for the kill
 This victory would give him such a thrill
 But a shocking defeat did await
  As the Queen took his knight for checkmate!

 
 Victory goes to the player
  who makes the next to last mistake
 ...

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I am
silver silk, brown eye-shadow, pink shoes.
Blue kitchen. I mean sad. Missing you.
I am 
broad bed, tv-tower, your mail.
Check-ins, flights. Staying high all day. 
I am 
french fries, nightmares, hair-cuts.
No coffee, no tea, no sluts.
I am
"please, go", "please do", "please, wait".
I am
"no way", "seriously", "sounds...

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