Best Pinpoints Poems

A bazillion stars twinkle in the night
sky; pinpoints on black velvet, perfect
jewels created by the universe
for us to gaze upon in wonderment....

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i’ve goosebumps
   bold and shrill
      pinpoints that peak

my arms once relaxed
   and warm
but shadows reveal
boy and father silhouettes 

alongside the jagged fireplace stone
and a           creaking uttered
in...

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My Muse 

This muse – personal trainer of my pen,
 This restless spirit pacing in imagination’s sanctuary,
Gathers fleeting moments into anticipation’s tabernacle
Swaddles divine laughter, brooding gloom and holy fire
With scented leaves from her perfumed garden
 Hallowed space clothed in inspiration
  Where my love and...

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"The Dreams Follow"

We are on loop replay
sleeping to wake again,
morning, sunlit, shines 
through the blinds,
sparkling dust columns
dancing in front of our eyes,
where each particle 
plays its part alighting 
in front of us bright 
as diamonds pétillant,
spiralling forever spiralling,
the messengers dance
before our eyes
but we fail to...

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Pinpoints of lightened tones blush in grace
with  impressionistic  smudges…
ornate yet mellow like hues
glistening fine textures
on Monet’s lattice,
breathing  alive
as I soak
in his
oil !


………….

Brian Strand's Contest No 219, Max 14 lines
Painting: Pathways in Monet's Garden
In Giverny 1902...

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At last, the traffic comes to a halt…
the quarter moon peeps between hill tops
as a lingering sigh pinches my flesh—
half weary, half shimmering
in hours moist with late afternoon’s
need for quietude. Clearing
my mind to embrace sweet ardor's mist
and the fire of gentle touches, I feel 
all...

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At last, metro’s traffic comes to a halt…
the quarter moon peeps between hilltops
as a  lingering  gladness warms my flesh—
half steady, half shimmering
when early evening’s air 
 prances  like fine  gauze, shedding 
time’s need for revelry. Unzipping
my mind  to surrender to...

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The image of morning mapping from the four cardinal points at the center of 
busy pedestrians running ups and down to the bottom of their energies, 
Chasing the note they never designed to decimate 
ownership.

The smiling morning bubbling their imagination to the high magnitude of...

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Pinpoints of wild  rosette deepen the view
Into a field where blossoms flaunt their shade;
When August basks to  grace our passion anew
Imbuing  laced ecstasy …   a rich brocade.

In fragrant whiffs renewing  thrill of hours
Mild the sunset , bolder the lustrous...

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TWO OLD GODS

Two old men.
That’s all; not much to look at.
Their frail, broken shadows shrunk against the sunny morning
Brightness slowly searching its way through gnarled branches
Overhead, and crisscrossing the red and black pieces
Upon their welcoming checkerboard.

I placed a solitary peanut into the waiting hands of...

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Triumph
                             Frank Halliwell
In silence, in the velvet night,
lit by pinpoints of vivid light,
I wander blindly to the...

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I'll begin my dot-to-dot journey at first light
when dawn paints the sky after darkness of night.
Dots like stars on the horizon will be pearlescent hues
all interlaced with shades of pastel lavenders and blues.

From that mark my tracing would take me aloft
to view the sea whose...

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The stale and dusty, lead filled air
Began to stir in widening breaths.
Pinpoints of light, ionic particles charged with power,
Picked up momentum, as reality stretched.

Excitedly, they began to spin in quickening orbits
Leaving sparkling tactile meteor showers.
Then flashed a brilliant light, so pure and white, 
It tossed...

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egad, you possibly exclaim come december first two thousand and seven
   five decades sped by at the blink of an eye
days of adolescence, and infancy  so tender and mild seemed like heaven
   such quick lightning speed of life prompts ye...

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'O' mom, O' mom..
Am sweet baby,
Thou love the most;
Mom a preceptor and
Play partner of mine;
Cohere me in arms,
Never left alone;
Inspired me in each stage,  
Taught me from crawling,
To walk then talk;
Stage by stage I learned
All primary needs of life;

Situation changed,
When reached at 4,
Mom shoved...

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