Best Ovals Poems

Poems have their verses


Blinded by the light
Stood outside to stare
Counting clouds in groups of two
If only you were there

Dreams may come in circles
Rounding out the bend
Ovals in a cornered box
Wanting you again

Laughing through the sadness
Easing past the fear
Bandages of cotton call
Wishing you were here

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What Rusts In The Rain
(For The Memory Of William S. Burroughs 
& Typewriters)  

It is Lawrence, Kansas and the sky opens
up as if a doppelganger of all mothers and 
wombs
Leaving out rain as milk from its breasts 
onto
all things fertile
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“Why?” I spelled out with my finger on my bathroom mirror
A pair of green eyes glared back at me through the wavy letters
I looked behind me but when I turned back the steam from my shower had washed away my essential 
question, and the eyes.
I...

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A ringing bell in the near-distance makes her delicate body tremble, as she sat on the corner of the opaquely purple stained living room sofa. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. She grew in despair of how that pattern of sound had aroused the tiny hairs on...

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My beautiful friend
Hey. You daughter of beautiful Zion
Brighter than the city of Jerusalem
Yet I find no pleasure i you
O daughter of Jerusalem
Beautiful than the summer stars

Through the tender nights ahead
Illuminated with candles of life and laughter
Precious memories reserved in deep within
Where the greatest treasures dwell
The...

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Rest in ease beside me my love
With grass pillows amongst these sprouting flowers 
Destination uncertain but they shoot for the sky
And they long for love that’s wonderfully ours

Hold my hand and pray with me
Those false lives’ they live in ovals will never define them 
Ask...

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How could this possibly be a anything fake 
For that would be true if you were Rod 
Or Todd 
Or Harry 
Or drake ...
But no, you seem to arrive at just the right pace
Perhaps anyone else it would just be a disgrace 
Yet you 
My...

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IED
My legs like steel pistons
when I ran, winning gold medals
for galloping ovals.

Lean, hard, taut,
strong struts for farm work;
pivot points for the Twist, Virginia Reel,
or whirling my girl in a waltz.

Twenty-mile marches with fifty-pound pack 
 leading my company
over rugged mountains and through
waist-deep swamps.

Legs that led...

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Fine tussled forelock hides unbridled pain
from stifle-lameness acknowledged too late,
withering lesser those few that remain
watching as Stormcloud takes one final gait.

Soft drizzled rain-drops accompany booms
heard where each hoof tramples dirt into dust.
Mist escaped muzzle while ignorance looms,
glistens sheen gaskins long aching to bust.

Once thought sickle-hock...

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As intuitive as my eyes are, it glows and brightens like a glittering star
The skilful tandem work of my rosy cheeks and pinkie lips stick out smiles eliminating sorrow.
My shape, from my skull to my phalanges, is just like that of a Coca-Cola bottle.
The bends,...

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a thousand orbs bearing, thus
          connected, all, or put to dust

focused photons press the link
          escaping matter's tacit brink

stretched to ovals, masses bent
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We begin at the beginning: a clove of garlic, too hard-headed
for its own good, combined with two large onions, their first denuding 
revealing fallow gold: the second layer, a pale green puberty,
then, the heartless blade of the knife slices into the virginal white 
purity of...

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Tell me
Have you ever felt you could runway
Far away to a secret place
Where time stands still
The hot sun mostly shows its beaming face.

Well come!
Take my hand
And I'll take you to that place
A world away in that distant land few
Have ever been
Or ever seen


We'll sail away...

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If the sky took time to form would be like a storm with out the forecast could one forecast the weather,
moons that look like ovals with no meaning  of bright lights and no shoes to hold us steady,
like a pay grade trying to do...

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In July, no air cooler will dissipate the heat.
I squeeze the bag, it squishes, like paste within my hand.
The chocolate eggs were perfect, the kind one loves to eat.
April's chocolate ovals now are no longer grand.

Why were these candies put on a shelf three months...

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