Best Pounces Poems

Making Love In Jamaica At The Iconic James Bond Beach

It is a sun splashed day; 
the air is silent with the sound of waves 
the ocean is moving to the rhythm of crying gulls. 

The fine white sand underneath our feet is warm.

The crashing waters from a small...

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It is a sun splashed day; the air is silent with the sound of waves 
from an ocean moving to the rhythm of crying gulls. 
The sand underneath my feet is warm and soothing. 
The crashing waters from a wind sculpted waterfall swims 
into the...

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“Give them back! Give my tears back, right now—with interest!!”
—Natsuki Takaya


 She wrote her marine a letter, hopeful, bright
loved with her kisses and perfume. In sight,
the postman circles ‘round. Expectantly, she
hurries to the wooden box, near the Pear tree.

Spring is in the air with robins...

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Deceptive, drowsy,
the gray cat, Tempus, in doldrums
lazes, purring, stretching.
I have watched him:
cunning eyes half-closed,
he stalks bright birds near day lilies.
Wings wet from flights
through sprinklers' sweeps,
birds swoop, glide, flutter.
They light on dry grass,
strut and shake themselves,
are lulled. Then, Tempus
pounces on one bird.
The rest are routed…
And Tempus...

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The storm that is you thunders
slow and brilliant in my heart,
spliting my beliefs into bliss and blunders
tossing the limbs of my love from finished to start,

The hail sows no hate
temperatures taste extreme,
your fast weather pummels my pride's fate
the howl and moan stiffens my body's fleshy...

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In Michigan, the weather can change for the worst in October.
This particular Halloween came a blizzaring.
The lights went out and in a dark, dark room, candles were lit; therein, the opaquest narrative was captured.

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With the shape of
With figment
With look
I will invent the human.
Through the mind
Via...

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Poetry on trial?

I’m going to indict poetry, for infecting my soul
Does it serve any purpose, or has it lost control 
This may seem quiet strange, perhaps unorthodox 
Peruse this if you will, whilst it’s head layeth on the block 

No need for a foundation, build...

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Through new tender verdant pecan leaves
A golden full moon cast shadows

The whip-poor-will loudly calls his lover
Full moonlight reveals secrets
Bobcat silently creeps

Full moon slowly rising on this cloudless night
Perfect in most ways, except for solitude
No one with whom to share beautiful sight
God is there and He...

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I prepare myself for a deep relaxing bath
but that dratted spider was out to have a laugh

As I pour scented bubble bath into the water
Spidey climbs the wall  - he’d also bought his daughter*!

He raises a spindly leg as if to wave hello
that pesky...

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The room smells, wall paper peeled, 
   reveals children's scribbles—
      small smiles, suns, pink trees
Windows high with curious robins on sills
   wind moans through cracks
      sun dances branches on the walls
A...

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Around the corner




Past year memories,
Haunting solicitude,
Teary eyes,
Sinking heart,
Spooky gloom is,
around the corner !

Noise of a little drop,
A ray of sunshine,
Heart ceases to beat,
palpitations thereafter,
Pounces out of breastbone,
Scare is around the corner!

I can hear his footsteps,
As eyes glance at door,
Fragrance is in the air,
Moments of long...

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Through the jungle the tiger moves silently
Like a ghost moving through the trees
 It stalks  its  prey with ease
Then pounces  with deadly accuracy

No cage to confine this majestic beast
No zoo to diminish its beauty
No circus to  subdue  its wild spirit
No...

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Kitty, kitty in my chair,
Sitting there so debonair.

Black cat with shiny eyes,
To cross your path could be unwise.

Playful feline pounces fast,
Jump on people walking past.

Tabby teases a little mouse,
Tauntingly throughout the house.

Oh! Of cats what can I say?
They prowl at night and sleep all day.

~Virginia...

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There's
a mouse
in my house
and my cat wants
to play. He stalks it
like a lion stalks its 
prey. And when the time is right
he pounces on the sneaky pest,
and the game of cat and mouse is in
full sway. I wonder who will win this fray?

11/11/12  Kim...

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