Best Pivot Poems

In the yellow of eve, I toss my dream
like feathered lint, a roulette spinning
along puffy breath of  air on flight--
tiny as wisps curled upon...

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I feel your anxious pivot to create
We flow the same irresolute way,
Often in raging storms
And sometimes in playful gallops
We see ahead 
That path onto the...

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Old ideas, more like character defects--
no way to pay bills or get paychecks.
Mind-aching explosion,
put up the road blocks,
ticking like a time bomb or a grandfather...

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the
watchful eyes
of full moon
flickers  again, * 
an alchemy of cicada nights
humming a  mantra like a pastoral symphony
-- -as if in a twirl of...

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Gandhi


What principle stimulated or stirred this Guy
Which Doctrine or what Teaching did he buy?

Sauntering on sandals and wrapt on his robe
Miles that he treaded traversed...

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[Now ShallowMan is quite content
receiving FactoidMan’s consent
to quibble and express dissent
as long as keeping covenant
with fingers crossed and belfry bent
when viewing Facts in sealed cement:]

SM
“The...

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a narrative with the rhyme of Twas the Night Before Christmas)

Twas the night before Christmas, the manger's convinced,
it stands ready to cradle a Savior and...

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Shaking in trembles, tremor within. 
A delicate pivot, shifts in separation.
Consolation comforts, the loss of win.
My first year of divorce, set in liberation. 

Bushwhacked, travelling...

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twilight fondles eyes

lifting her silhouette high

against lucid clouds--

flesh undressed beneath torn trees

drowning in pools of farewell



Tanka Written With  A Decent Pivot
For 	Chris D. Aechtner...

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It will be the anniversary of my sisters death,
in a few days and I will turn back the pages of time.
The mirage comes back to...

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catapulted by a magic trampoline I pass the gates of heaven

          no border control

  ...

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January 24th
another delicate yellow rose bush I plant
next to 34 others, each a favor for Mom’s memory,
golden blooms of consolation
in the backyard garden, where her...

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The mirage of yesterday shimmers over today,
pearly, dulcet, raining over sunshine memory
with an allure of tones chanted as poetry.

Nonverbal cues, squawks, screams, cheeps, brush
my ears...

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MY 37TH ANNIVERSARY

After years of inebriation
My life was just a mirage
My friends had lost all favor
Communication was all nonverbal

The smiles were no longer dulcet
My diligence...

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Dancing on eggshells
Pursuing my groove
Correcting my posture
In  hopes to improve

My tip toes are bare
In our home built of glass
I take each, ginger step
With fear...

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