Best Pon Poems

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                        Fondle like
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'pon the rose trellis  
last pale pink rose of summer..
roses' nectar kiss

from lips of lover
rose flavored kisses what bliss..
ummmm ahhh rose kisses 

Written this day:November 11, 2012
Written by: Sara Kendrick...

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Looking forward all winter for my vacation 
A three-day excursion put on by We Are One Nation
We parked our RV’S near the foothill,
then hiked and climbed top of the cliff and met Will
When the sign appeared Reggae Pon the Mountain,
we were quickly escorted to the...

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French rose accented by carnation pink
'Pon black flannel nightgown well-worn faded
An old gown once deep black as darkest ink
Now washed to a softness by life not jaded

Pinky fingers curved by arthritic joints
Hair white with age like a shining halo
Gown of pink roses washed dull by...

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Sailing clouds ply Nights azure seas
Like brooding wraiths.
By one alone is my heart engloved.
The Beautiful Dawn....

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dine out 'pon good food
salad soup entre' dessert
chocolate molten cake

getting dressed for date
all my pants shrunk at cleaners
lie down to zip up  

Sponsor: Michael J. Falotico
Contest: "What Makes You Smile, What Makes You Frown"...

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‘pon a Northbound Breeze 



Listen as you close your eyes
                 whispers sweet a’ call your name
   floating forth of chestnut skies
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Tuesday, 12:00 am

Tonight t'was the stars
I'll cascade a memorizing moon
Glimmering sanctified silence 
along with 
trickling twilight for 
iconoclast ink, 
the serpentine key to 
sacred myrrh melodies
of my heirloom heart~
O glamorous specs of
citrine care to each
unravelling amber acrostic.

Under wakening oaks
blooming fuchsia fairytales
and coral morganites 
of swallowing...

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Someone's words had reached me,
a word I've heard so far away,
a word I've seen a mile away,
a word whose presence hides away;
but no one is listening;
thus it knocked 'pon my door.

Someone's thoughts had reached me,
a thought whose mind had died away,
a thought whose message twas...

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The rain pon the windowsill
The pounding of my heart
The sound that looms round
the empty room
And rends my soul apart

The pillow next, not damp like mine
unslept on lo these many years
yet stained a bit with drops of wine        
Spilled...

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                     she talk'd tuh me
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                    'twuz
                   merely
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                thump
                    thump
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                 for my
             convenance

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