Best Pleat Poems

Rest now
O restless heart
released in ebb   to flow

ride the other side of the king tide rising
buoyant your movement in rise with the waves
Rise! to beyond where breakers break long-suffering shores
pitiless the grind of stones and shells to grounds -
ride the quiet swell to...

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Spring bows to thrill of cayenne summer,    
dreams spiced in youthful glow come May.
Bright ribbons wake my bare feet’s slumber. 
Spring bows to thrill of cayenne summer!
Rainbows pleat dance, no clouds encumber 
my twirling limbs, life's weaved sashay. 
Spring bows to thrill...

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Sipping cherry limeade, driving in the car parade, 
we're cruising in the Lone Star state.
Didn't want a bucket seat; the thing it couldn't beat, 
was sitting up close to your date.
One hand on the wheel of daddy’s Oldsmobile, 
my arm around my brown-eyed girl,
feeling pretty...

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It is so nice to feel greeted by the day
All around I hear a happy tumbling laugh
Waves rolling playfully in swish and sway
Under my feet I feel the known sandy path


All your life a continuous unfurling beat
Where time shifts to welcome open faces
The oceans harmony...

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ODE  TO  A  NEVER RECEDING ECHO
For  Onyebuchi

Day  and night in an eternal combat.
A  truce : the eternal cycle of night and light
Lost in the ruse of an  eclipse.
Where is the truce in the  ruse of going and...

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I suspect in my feckless youth my folks thought me rather slovenly,
Obnoxious, averse to work and associated with dubious company,
But Air Force sergeants dealt discipline with lingo at times unsweet,
Convincing me that life is easier if things are regular and complete!

They taught me to hang...

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Europe was frozen in a tide of hate
The genius Jew was being persecuted
Bound to the intransigence of fate
His violin played the tunes they executed
Now it was time to think as they electrocuted
The hopes of young people in the dawn of their history
Whose own stories would...

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I’m the one that the winds enjoy torturing
The one being crushed under roaming feet
The only one feeling lonely during spring
I’m the most eager one to unfold my pleat,  
And rise again: tall, bright and smiling…
Pleated and crushed, but I keep moving on
Because my soft...

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It was the season of spring
And the time for the bees to sing

Hey, I'm  a small flower bud
Grown in a pot of water flood
And tasty nutritious mud.
Eagerly waiting to bloom
And spread my wonderful perfume. 

Id always hear my sister leaves saying,
" There is a...

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Hector McLean.
Not Grandpa, nor Grandad or anything in between,
He was simply Uncle Hec to us, was dear old Hec Mclean.
The Western District, up Casterton way, from where he hailed,
And stories of his youth up there he happily, for all, regaled.

A thin and wiry frame he...

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Shall I compare you with -
Nectar-filled fine flowers?
fruits deliciously sweet?
Trees tall, sturdy and tough?
Soft curvy creeper-pleat...?

Shall I compare you with -
Mountainous green valleys?
Rivers and endless seas?
Amazon rain forests?
Tempests and gentle breeze...?

Shall I compare you with -
Creatures so beauteous?
Beasts of deserts and woods?
Sea creatures of all...

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Raindrops descend, puddles form,
A stream engulfed, a river is born,
A course is set, the sea to reach,
Meandering ponderously to a far off beach.

The sea reclaims its myriad young,
Kidnapped by clouds, thunder-slung;
The storm is long past with calm all around;
Albatross glide, with a whisper of sound.

Seagulls...

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I
Whenever would thou bleed, thus bind,
Thy lying heart will shed its feel;
Why art thou kne'd? Thy eyes art blind
To drops whose sight them ne'er heal.

II
At order yours, domain of fever,
For I did never flow had got;
Blush all my farewells to the river
Through spirals shore hath...

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The fairy tale a powerful message about morals about courage about education. 
Some say are lifes are written out is  it something  permanent like ink
or erasable like pencil is a question i have often pondered. The writtings before of 
me are a man...

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Clue

see the truth 
have a clue
reuse fuse the manger
recreated by a stranger
tame the shame
claim the brackets
rackets
eye glasses
tassels times of hassles
shackleton historian
explorer
arctic circle
turn cold
frost bighting nails
numb with firing guns
stunned with bees
flea infested turmoil
scratch the catch
sprayed with chemicals
to pleat our existence
      ...

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