Best Postcards Poems

I get pretty picture postcards
from faraway places,
not many but over time
they accumulate 
on walls, fridges 
and marking pages in books.

Mostly from old girlfriends
writing to prove
they...

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Pictures and postcards
crumpled up letters
memories of moments
captured in a nighttime dream

Picnics and flowers
warm summer breezes
whispers and kisses
captured in a daytime dream

Feelings are flowing, circling and...

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Let me see…
Give this one a Gothic Border,
For my mood is one
Of secret gardens,
Gargoyles-
All internal wanderings…

And this one,
Of an island 
Somewhere,
A place only
Tropics know-
The sea
Its...

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Nothing do I have of  him except some post cards
and the one picture of himself he sent me once he’d gone away.
No piece of...

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I

when the world had no headsets
the sunbathing crowd
fell asleep to the sounds of
transistors played loud
while the deckchairs and windbreaks
kites, beach balls and more
formed the stripes,...

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 My cherished one...

Here I am ,alone with stone wall paper

in the silence of my room.

The pit-pattering raindrops upon my windowsill 

help me to remember,...

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I was seventeen, had one year left of high school and a boyfriend I didn't even love. It was the end of summer, and I...

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Remember all the Wise Men on their knees upon your yacht?
With orphans on their backs they’d crawled (with others that they’d brought)
Through rubble on the...

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 Half my soul shadows his reflection

leaving me with silent voices and vacant thoughts

But the other half , the other half lies hidden .Hidden...

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Your expectations are carved into my eyes...
Their shapes melt in my dreams
The face seen in your postcards
Is not that of your soul Istanbul...
Living apart does...

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The Coming of Fall 

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Crape myrtle highlights
in chartreuse diversions,
oak tree decisions along brittle stem
Maple leaf push pins and ash scented postcards
Autumn approaches, its fingers to...

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The waters trickling under the
crossing bridge grows ever dormant

And on the one and only discernable
route into this village languishing beneath
there is a old rickety swinging...

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More beautiful than all     

Sunny skies and starry nights,
this world it does amaze
Butterflies and birds in flight,
the chill of autumn days

Laughter...

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A Spring stroll down the River Ness
With it's sparkling water fresh to finesse
The sun above as the blue sky roams
Inverness is my Highland home

Mountain back...

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Slowing Down 

Electricity runs through my veins. 
It courses in waves,
from my head to my feet, 
and back. 
Why? 
Because I am ever, 
waiting for...

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