Best Outfitted Poems

Birdwatching had become for me, such pleasurable summertime hobby,
So I was often among the trees, young ones or those old and knobby. 

I chased rose finches at dawn, and the yellow warblers come noon,
Scarlet flycatchers of a fine evening, and ravens under the moon!

By the...

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THE INNER CHAMBER

Please.  Stop holding back on me.

Like a child standing at the neighborhood ice cream truck, arm outstretched, eyes huge, mouth watering.

I stand here longing to slip underneath your decades of cold-rolled steel armor and touch the real you.

Your soft underbelly where your...

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Form = Free Range Verse

The Hunt

Mans desire to hunt
Testing skills from the beginning of time
I had outfitted myself the day before
With camouflage, and all the tools of the trade
The excitement of catching my prey
Outwitting my fellow hunter a plenty
Tracking for hours and hours on end
Off...

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The colorant of dawn, the cardinal sees,
intoning its hues with, “pretty...pretty...pretty.”

As I covet red feathers, in the teaberry tree,
the sunlit chickadee harmonizes, “hey sweetie.”

The woodpecker like a heckler is pining for laughs -
pounding, drumming the marionette for gaffs.

A tufted titmouse tweets, “peter...peter...peter.”
The goldfinch dines on...

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I have a lovely daughter, who is a lovely mess,
for every rule you give her, she will have to test.
She’s always just inside the lines or balanced on the top.
She loves to challenge all the rules to see how they will flop.

My favorite of her...

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Our lifetime is a living fabric that we all adorn 
Experiences and interactions vary with all seasons
The threads filled with promises we've all sworn
Outfitted with various triumphs and treasons
Full of knowledge, it becomes tattered and torn
Yet filled with strength for unimaginable reasons
In the end, it...

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Art from the heart, a religion of ritual,
where One summons God and glory to center stage,
your spirit enriched by the self confidence that ensues
as inspiration smells like cedar and feels like sanctity,
the physics of mystics in an eye the mind won't deny,
whence a penny is...

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Continued from The Eye of the Sea part 1


The first mate, dour and sparse of words
Claimed few things were his pleasure
And too much beer had brought him here,
That and the rumoured treasure.

The cook was thin, just bones and skin,
And constantly in a bad mood,
Though he...

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As he walked,
Breathed,
Talked,
Sneezed,
The root of all evil was indeed marinating deep within him,
A natural seasoning,
A cue for treason,
Short side of critical reasoning,
His attire was outfitted for any season,
His shoes covered many miles,
He supressed plenty smiles,
The eradication of the same breath he enjoys
dazzles his need to...

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On one Christmas Eve  

To those who believe  

News was declared  

Honest and fair  

Information needed for those trivial pursuits  

About the red outfitted man wearing snowy black boots  

“This is to be proclaimed  

Santa Claus has a...

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Faerie Glisten heard the news of the disaster
She tried to fly their fast, but her sister was faster.
Together they held up lights, trying to save as many as they could.
They stayed out in the water for hours seeing floating pieces of wood.

I think we’ve helped...

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Grandpa gathered his nephews around to hear one of his famous stories.
It happened truly, many, many years ago.  The children loved his tales.


A hired thief, a poisonous dart, in the middle of the night.
He was well-trained to attack in profound silence.
He entered the cave...

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*Image of Palm Tree Lights Trunk Wrap by Christmas Lights, Etc.

ILMO Our Eldest Brother Kimo (James)

Our sixties Christmas--as my memory serves, where
our eldest brother freshly cut one Norfolk Pine from
our country grove. He then rope-tied it atop our "65
Dodge station wagon. Brother plays the ukelele...

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with Huzzah, but stood mute in proximity 
when ye didst call
in kitchen of century old stone 
mansion built and hall 

ways echo wing the absence sans pall
in droning sounds of silence, a squall
vacuumed a key per, a gal fairly tall
whose son now reflects how many...

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as a little child whenever my mother and I went to the store
she would give me that lecture which I had to endure
"don't ask for nothing, don't touch nothing, be quiet and always stay near"
but as a child in a store this I did not...

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