Best Peals Poems

In forest's night, the trees bend low
beneath a slice of half moon’s glow;
          silent shadows waver...

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oh precious, dulcet diva, ocean-tide
you, of sand and foam and spindrift -
all your moods and meanderings
speak deep my spirit, wistful and wan
musings captured, gist enraptured...

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Oh! How like you, I long to be a singing lark
Who in the blue firmament like a tiny speck
Remains invisible, drowning the air in music...

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Twin, silver cathedral bells, sway and chime.
As every note peals out, clear and sublime.

No winds blow through the sky, this silent night.
The peaceful heavens, filled...

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When tons of doom filled nights fall on your head,
hot embers glow and fires burn unabated,
you recall her last breath and wish you were dead.
In...

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He crafted word ...
all plucked delicately
like the petals pulled for a vinok
precious and pink and pulpy
wove them, giv'n a similar grace
not for vanity, mind you...

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Rain Dancer

Days and nights of hibernation
within the clapboard walls, 
winter winds have eased
and only the sound of rain peals
upon the storm glass panes.

The desire to...

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My darling enigma, my dove   
You’re the epitome of my love
Your smile shines at me pearly white      
Pale...

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When no one else is around 
I AMUSE MYSELF while sitting down
And bring myself  tons of joy when I pretend to be 
A stand-up...

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(Out of Eden: Act V)

Have you heard the sound of hooves go….. ‘clippety clippety, clop’?
That is the sound that the Pale Horse makes, when down...

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As genial cheers weave spells in your presence
To enchant our eyes with jubilant scenes;
For conservative ways do  kindle wonders
Though few will say, all is...

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Twilight on the ocean was as blue as steel.
Caressed by the sun, one touch would feel
a soft trace of liquid gold.
With a storm foretold,
the wind...

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Racing through fields with hyacinths pink
The wind mushes my hair, stroking my nape
As cicadas hum out to me of life's grandeur,
That I pause  ...

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I was visited by brothers Zog and Ziggy
Who landed from planet Plumfiggy
They were attracted by my Christmas lights
Both joined in when we had snowball fights

Zog...

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The naked night, the wailing wind; 
leaves in their flight are summers end.
Betwixt occult and morning’s light 
moon stands, it’s her birthright.

Ghost-nests revealed in abandoned...

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