Best Overhangs Poems

- 2016 -

- JANUARY -

A freezing cold evening

Where the stars shining bright

With frost blade flanks

From mouth and nose steam

In the clear silence

White untrodden snows

Nature's frozen pulse

Sleep like a little baby

One gracious moon

After the night the light is shattered into gold

At sunrise raise your heartbeat


- FEBRUARY...

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The ground is chained in frozen iron
Snow crystals glued on pine cones
Overhangs embroideries of polished ice
The wind shakes and shatters them into millions of pieces


Slowly more brightness toward longer days
A new light is born across a white landscape
With its beauty and bliss a squirrel in...

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Hurriedly, silently, in purposeful fluid movements
and long, determined strides, he dashed among
the thickets, bending and darting amidst the vines
searching for a perfect little place to stay and hide.

Stealthily and noiselessly he slithered underneath
lush, leafy overhangs shielding him from the sun -
keen, cautious, like a crouching,...

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How romantic, the fall, so far above the pleading waves.
The heights, the depth, to look the deep in eye and weep.
Air space between the lovers’ arc and shallow graves.
The tangible singsong of wedding bells and tragic leap.

Imagine it, the harp-like spray, the call of gulls,...

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"The forest is a sanctuary where you can grow to be you," ... by the Poet.

The passing of a torch, when Spring was announced, 
was noted in the melting quarter of winter memories, as a sun climbs in
its forgiving rays; hoping its extent will favor...

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Floriography

Allamanda in April slowly open its trumpets around posts that look like 
Buttercups of honey for bees to dive in to replenish their striped bellies
Crocus's yellow stigmas that flavour our food are a blessing by Hermes, but
Dead Nettle is hardly so dead with her fuschia...

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Life like from a fish bowl, really!
Way ... encapsulated like above and behind, you know?
All those like gilded dado's of peachy-pink, gnarly puff, sweet aye?
All those awesome totally rad houses of
flannel-gray San Fran's Victorian Ladies, classic!

Life all sweet and wrapped in the ledges and overhangs,...

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They tell us once there was a crow.
Wavering alone in the peril zone 
The feeble is not straight on a clue.
It has been winging since the era of stone.

The crow saw the cost of the snare, he said. 
Why don't you listen to me the...

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ANGELS ARE FOREVER
Curtain overhangs as barriers, or even for a shield,
what occurs before or after or even behind, untold,
it’s always a strange event to one another.
Forget all past to move on for better or even after.
Swimmers swim not in fear of waters but,
in speed to...

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“Oh my, the weather out is real nice!” Said the Papa Turkey.
“Hey Mrs. Gobbler get the kids. Lets go for a nice Fall stroll.”
“Line up now. Listen to your Ma.”
The rafter of little poults wobbles by like Russian stacking dolls.
The gaggle gobble around the apple...

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Life from a fish bowl
encapsulated ..above and  
behind the gilded dado's of peachy pink
and flannel-gray of San Fran's
Victorian Ladies

Life wrapped with the ledges and overhangs
and portcullis , frail, precious, half formed,
half crazed, oft newly born
each Lilliputian presence a sweet meat
inside their saccharin selves.

Life dawns,...

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SANCTUARY

THE POOL HAS
SURROUNDING GREAT BOULDERS ASSURING AND SECRETIVE,
CUPPING WIDE BUBBLING DEEP BAPTISMAL RUSHES OF AZURE WATER
RELEASES HOT FLASHING PENDANTS IN GLORIOUS JUNGLE REPRIEVE.
THE POOL HAS
MUFFLED SOUNDS FROM NIGHT ANIMALS CALLING GUESTS’ REST RULES,
THE AQUIFER FLOWS UP STRONG, SPRINGS OUT WHITE FOAMING RIPPLES.
SUPREME GREEN WATERCRESS REINS...

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An old photograph sits stuffed in an unlikely corner
of a forgotten book, tucked away in plain sight,
but with none to read it -
none who care to.

The book highlights rules, orders,
guidelines that put the reader to sleep.
The picture highlights a bygone era,
black and white the norm.

A...

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I feel caught in this cycle unable to break. 
Caught in a dream unable to awake. 
Stuck in a web of lies my mistake. 
Even though the ice was thin I still chose to skate. 
Still chose to fake that I didn't see the signs...

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Pretty poison in the yard. Butterflies
Abound - Horseflies fly into pool. Bees
Buzz! Algae, fish, lady bugs, yard tools.

Grandma's house is pretty. Houdini The
Turtle escapes to visit. Next door, new
Neighbor - Max! Runs with Arthur - Chow!
Eddie and Max run for a ball, Mom throws.

Catching night...

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