Best Prelude Poems

Tonight as candles flicker, she is sitting at the table
where her husband sat (before he passed away),
working on his daily crossword puzzles, 
seeming most content although
the nest they’d pieced together gradually had emptied 
and grown quiet.
She remembers when her daughters,
chirruping like little birds, implored her...

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knitted by stars

   words hang on fired lanterns

       as rhymes serenade

trailing down nightfall deep…

        ink freezes midway



5/08/2016
Short Poem Poetry ___ for Andrea Dietrich
modern tanka in 26 syls...

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Flashing lights and glitter
In the wee hours of the morn
Strange variety of critters
Walking about the streets
Suspicious characters
Nothing like the daytime breed
Nocturnal creepy crawlers
Lurking creatures of the dark
Till sunrise washes over
And the receding tide
Sweeps clean the streets
Under a most forgiving sun



AP: Honorable Mention 2020

Posted on January...

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Shy is the February sun
 Above the frazzled fatherland
 However hearts are not undone
 Giving instead a warmer brand
 Holding one closer under the sun.
 
A prelude to Valentine's day....

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I do not recall
The bravado with which I spoke
The titillating prose
Seduction’s prelude to a poke
You spoke of love
with a lust that I understand
your heart a bloom
your derriere met my hand
I pulled you closed
my eyes nearly met yours
your bosom winked  
thank God I wore drawers
Do...

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Coffeeblood castings surface
Earthworms rip through trenches
Tangleweeds tug at my limbs
Twisting ferns rake through my hair
As spikes of foxglove ready a violet strangle
The sun itself is fixing to swallow me up
Its incisors cutting through the sweet dream sky
Grass wet with venom spit
The vapors rise to sting...

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Opaque moon our beacon in the night's darkness
In the museum of time the nocturnal hours
 are the most annoying. 
We creep in the monolith shadows 
hiding from the vicious and vindictive.
Frightened by the grim and gruesome
blown out of proportion by fear
and everything that's awful.

We look...

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I did not catch the dying day’s last melting
Nor heard its final sigh as it drifted into the deep blue
It is now lost in the many folds of memory
Partially stark and accurate, partially muffled in fog
And the complete original gone forever

I did not say goodbye
If...

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Vindictive and vicious is the night
 as grim and gruesome shadows shroud 
 the light, an opaque cloud darkens the moon
 as frightened creatures scurry at awful and annoying howls
finding cover int the bushes, or behind a monolith
in a a museum of the unseen
 

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Canopy’s aperture, spilled light’s nuance, tinted,
as my eyes arrested, to attest fall’s saga…
A tree proclivity, had me stalled in Ashland, 
watching the leaves succumb, leaving stark limbs barren…
Those with temerity, plunged at high speed, head first
Others spun dizzily, tornado-bewildered…
Few flew in gradients, of sideways-sloped descent:
wishes...

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Sparkles of gold in the winter
Whispering words of thousand years
A smell of fate in the darkness
The song of a long gone mistress

Tales of the great, lost in eons
The pain of a million Oblivions
Love of a daisy in the dew
Sight of the dragons that once flew

My...

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I sit in upright chair feet firm on ground
Hands held in form of prayer as I intone
Phrase taken from the Psalms, without a sound
‘My soul, wait silently for God alone.’ 


‘Communion’ here meaning ‘an act of sharing’...

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salty sea mist 
seized by winds...
dance ensues

craggy boulders...
chaperone
timeless watch
~*~
5/18/13...

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A prelude to summer… spring’s glorious awakening
Green meadows are alive, littered with hundreds of wild flowers
Soft and wet, bright, green grass sway, unhindered by morning rain
All awaiting warm sunshine to fill us with more glee!
Out of woodsy habitats come young foxes and hares
Their watchful eyes...

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Prelude to the Night

DULCET words were WHISPERED  in an ELOQUENT fashion
With all the SPLENDOR that was due such action.

The LAVENDER was LILTING to and fro-
FRAGRANCE WAFTING to her nose.

Wilting with rhythm of word and wain
the Lady would TRANQUIL and BLISSFUL remain.

Their romance hidden from...

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