Best Paloma Poems

The splayed light of an obliging red sunset
lays upon the darkening meadow
of windswept grass
Slow-moving fingers in a visible dance 
wrap in quiet space
when moonlight silhouettes...

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There's Danny with his love light burning,
Then Victor with his soulful yearning. 
Jan makes us laugh with wit and delight,
Armand serenades us all through the...

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I have so many friends on soup,
it’s hard to pick just one
To narrow down to just a few,
it just cannot be done

Heidi always brings a...

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I wish I could write
like those others before me,
Byron and Shelley and old Edgar Poe

Flowery phrases
Thy love unforgetting,
chasing a raven as ink tends to flow

Follow...

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BELTAINE AT SUNRISE
If I could gather for you, flowers fair,
the first of summer, slip them in your hair,
to light your face, the tremble of your...

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He was howling at the moon,
it was mid June's heyday, she
was naive beyond reproach
her innocently lit chiaroscuro 
made him hunger all the more,
til one day...

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"Romance in the Reflections of the Steely Green-Eyed"



Romance is in the 
reflections of the
steely green-eyed

time stolen and framed
bars to freedom 
champagne dreams remain

the prisoner’s heart...

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"MONSTER"



these little deaths
we wish for 
warm fingers 
ignite the keys

the places 
we go to hide 
to silently die 
is where we open 

the love notes...

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GUESTS OF EMBERA DRUA

We are guests in this village on the Chagris River shore.
Tribe members of Embera Drua twist palms of Panama -

embrace us each,...

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Broken Dolls

Broken dolls within crumbling walls 
Winds through ghettos whimper with decaying echoes
A little girl mourns…

"Mommy! Mommy! Can I have a baby dolly?"
"My precious one....

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BELTAINE (English and 
Spanish Translation)
If I could gather for you, flowers fair,
the first of summer, slip them in your hair,
to light your face, the tremble...

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The day emerges
flustered winds
a pull, a tug
still un-known
like wings on a dove
is your love....

Creased brow, confusion grows
tears explode, tears gone
children cry
unable to voice, the query...

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Lazy, long, leisurely lunch,
    Lolling, laughing, lingering,
     O'er lamb-stew, linguini 'n lager.

   In Louisville, Los Angeles,...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 43

Cuck-uk ruck-cuckoo Paloma on the wing
Who gets to curry pot with 100Bn
The Eagle or the Cock gets to...

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Don't fall in love with a compulsive gambler
Every vow made, every promise told is all fake
It's fugazi, it's fool's gold

Don't give your heart to a...

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