Best Peals Poems

peals loud the orange
as it wafts from under nail- -
don’t I smell so sweet...

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In my mind both are beautiful
It’s like choosing a peaceful battle
Cause they both are genuine
And very cultivated in such a way
It takes work to gather them
Polish essence a layer that sticks out
You can see yourself in them
It is better than gold at times
And they sparkle...

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One Stark Trumpet Peals


At eve, old melodies unwomb,
old ragings wake
as crones, 
stringy hair unbunned,
creep downstairs
to supper on a loin.
As they feed, 
their fingernails
roll back 
and so they gravitate
or, better, crawl 
toward the dawn,
for in the din
that eddies in each ear, 
they can hear 
one stark...

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