Best Pressed Poems

By chance, I found them, there...
Three pressed leaves, with brittle veins of delicacy
Tucked between the pages 
Of a tattered book of poems
Overlooked and gathering dust, 
A cover worn, with broken spine
It had your names, an autumn date, 
With script inside, a faded time...

Caressed in yellowed...

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She was my virtual secret lover 
who staked a claim on me; it was her choice.
Enshrouded in intense obscurity
I never saw her face or heard her voice.

She spoke to me in silent words of yearning
inscribed in coloured ink on fragrant notes
attached to each a petal...

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in the highlight of, a distant sky- one filled with love
               simple thoughts of you, break through- sapphire blue
            ...

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You come back
with your mind
full of treasures.
Today, there was a leaf 
plucked from a tree still coated
in whispers, a shard of sunlight
and a bird call you managed
to extricate from the sticky
strands of a banksia.

Yesterday there were
shadows rolled up 
like rubber matts,
a butterfly wing
and the crystallized...

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Eyes follow
Throat swallows
All that's left
Is lusty sorrows...

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I guess she wasn’t good enough for that little man.
When my parents were having words,
my father would give my mother the back of his hand.
But it’s not with her husband my mother wanted to fight.
She knew, he was listening to his mother
who always thought she...

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Pressed Linens 


I left for the church when called to serve
A need for help in the kitchen was the request
When I arrived I saw the hurse had come 
And they were rolling in the casket. 
I did not know the person who passed but saw...

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I have pressed on so lively and depressed on me so much and stressed so vibrantly that feel so overturned bt stress disorder that never arranged through my mental that mind surfs me always. I have learned to settle the arranged disorder that maybe so...

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I ache for your touch. 
I want to feel, 
your hands on my body,
your lips on mine.
I want to just feel you...
Your skin against my skin.
Nothing but our bodies, 
our feelings,
intertwined close together.
I want to feel the love,
the lust,
all our built up
feelings escaping at once.
I...

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pressed upon
laid back, coral bells and red roses
pretty petals impressed
scents and shapes, unfurled
regality in the trivial
ah, the memory
the piquancy

5/3/2022...

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flowers pressed in book
rose petals saved in baggie
breathless memories


June 2, 2020...

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pressed flowers

helped Flora's depression

a petal a day


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4/16/2016

Contest  - Your Choice, Flower Verse

Sponsor - Brian Strand

1st place win...

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all the glitz, glam & gluttony 
that comes with this time of year
in our overstuffed, overwhelmed,
neon-light-extravaganza-empire
provoke through the television screen
on the streets, in the restaurants, in the
parks, in the stores, in the warmest of places &
the coldest,
a sense that one must be attached to another
to...

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he stands amid the dusted rays
of beams from smudged, windowed days
casting light on the words below
pressed flat upon papered page

he's been here since before sun up
stained and smelling of turpentine
surveying the thoughts he's pressed
quickly he hangs the page to dry

then re-inks the typeset laid to...

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hand-pressed peruvian water
    curated by endangered otters...

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