Best Present Poems

Sweet youth, beauty
By Luna's light.
Cobalt colors
How sweet it is...
I know of great love,
There will never be enough time.
I am here for you.

What is love...crimson rose,
Love stanzas, champagne,
An arc to heaven...
Moonstruck heartbeats?

Lily of the Nile,
By the waters edge, 
Romantic waters.
Mountain magic
Flash dancing with dawn.

Oh Luna...cold Moon...

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P erhaps it's time to let it go.
A ll that pain you suffered so.
S train on your heart and soul.
T ime to release and let go.

P eer around at your life now.
R elish the love your children give.
E njoy your work as you always have.
S...

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Precious are the memories that last and last.
All that we hold dear in life took place
Somewhere In that sacred spectrum of time’s space.
Today is momentary, for tomorrow it’s the past!

Pleasure and pain at their most poignant
Reign in the realm of the Now.
Ephemeral though this kingdom...

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Bad gifts
Cause rifts

Be rash
Spend cash

Debit
Credit

Worthwhile
Their smile


20th December 2014...

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We can all sit back and review the past
Of relationships that sadly didn’t last
We ask ourselves just what went wrong
And our songbird sings a sad blues song

Time to move on and get on with our life
Deal with all our old worries and strife
We can only...

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 In the stillness of the night I write to you , like  I always did

From this little room I pick the brightest star , and give it your name.

I think a thousand thoughts , I dream a million  dreams ,and all...

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the walls  of the old barn lean toward the past
reminder of youthful dreams
a new home for the owl...

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I was brought up on a smallholding when I was a lass
We needed something to help us cut the vast expanse of grass
I wanted a goat and my parents they agreed
We saw one advertised and rushed there at great speed

Poor ‘Susie’ lived in a paved...

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The continuous memories scattered inside my mind
All the laughter and loving scenes are left behind
Leaving a life of bad possibilities where I came from
Never getting a chance to show how I overcome


Although it was bad I left something more important
A mother’s smile a little brother...

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Freedom I long to hear your bells ring
If you only knew what it would do to me
Auspice and a pair of Jacks, its sudden destruction
And the Poetry World's composure was completely destroyed
As we complete the circle of Life and Avalanche and bury the Poets
The organ...

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** A Very Memorable Christmas Present **

Someone made an err::
Boxing Day ‘ere’s 
Been the day of — not after.
What started as the greatest 
Christmas ever, turned 
Us from better to worse
As our tempers grew, altered 
After our fingers were slid into
Those gift-wrapped firm gloves of...

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Christmas Past and Present Bring Me Tears 

My legs of yesterday's 
walked into a Christmas storybook,
a glorious past,
pages filled with good tidings.
And as young kid, once with open eyes,
with clinging beliefs
in good shepherds,
it was
my parents, 
that was better than Santa.
It was Mom and Dad's reindeer,...

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Wrapped

With thought,

One present ...

Meant just for me,

And arranged lovingly under the tree.

So pretty, tied bright with ribbons and bows ...

It's all I want

This wintry

Christmas -

You.



You,

Alone ...

Velvet skin,

Bow lips, teasing ...

Ribbons of silken tresses decorate ...

Oh, what wondrous magic must lay inside!

Yet sweeter, still,

To open

Very ...

Slow.



Yet,

Question...

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Writers love their letters,
letters turn into words.
Words turn into sentences,
waiting to be read.

Poems come from writing,
writing about the past.
Maybe from the present,
maybe true or false.

As a faithful reader,
we laugh we cry.
Many love to read,
yet again and again.

The reader and writer,
then become as one.
Both in love...

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There's a spot on the horizon
In the ripple of the sun
Where railway lines and stanchions fuse
And merge, becoming one.

I was staring from the platform
When a distant dot appeared.
It grew in size and shape and form
And sounded as it neared.

I caught blurred faces turning
As they thundered...

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