Best Numbered Poems

**Every pace change --are the voices of poets sharing his/her Ribbon** 

"PINK LADIES"  
  
The phone rings, 
The clock dings,

I scream, scream, and...

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Day, my lifelong friend
Thousands of times have we said good morning to each other and
As many times have, we said goodnight,
You have wakened me up...

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Within her frail shell, death abides
through the final hours, I remain by her side
fearing a forsaken place of webs that lie in rows
of haggard fields...

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I, The Clone

     So that I would not live alone,
     My parents thought I should be a...

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To wake each day, alive and whole!
Verily a gift for all to behold.


We assume, we will see another day?
Anything can happen, petition....pray.


Going to bed and...

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With a loving heart,
filled with peace and harmony
In the afterbirth new life emerges
An eternal optimist in Spite of living

Starlight sparkles in this globe softly glistens
Everything...

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you ... are the paramour of right angles
the square of a square - complete, quite aware
how two must adore you
for all it sees is itself,...

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Am I the only one who doesn't care it's raining?
That it's cold outside and no one's on the street 
When the wind is blowing a...

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You squealed with six-year old delight as I wriggled from Hilda’s belly. 
I was a runt, the first of five pups who, with our eyes...

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This desk with its scattered papers,
blotted ink and unsealed envelopes…
passages penned and tossed
in the confusion that lives and breathes in my mind…my heart

Distance frames the...

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Those rarer men I once fondly 
knew...                  ...

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She tiptoes in quietly, pushing out summer.
There is a hush in the corn fields.
Even the crows are silent.
Scratch. Scratch. Everyone is readying themselves.

Full corn moon,...

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  I've spent numerous such days
    isolated in a cornered haze,
  surrounded by layered traces
     of...

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Today I feel iambic! I would say
of all the meters, I like it the best.
An iamb starts with some soft sound to say
then ev'ry second...

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Every minute is a gift
We often do not realize it
Until we feel our minutes
are numbered

Every minute is a choice
They are not replaceable
So please choose wisely

Every...

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