Best Punctuating Poems

High noon in Fort Laramie, the summer sun is oppressive.
A whalebone corset digs into my body’s tender parts.
Peering from the shop, my hand touching the pane
of dearly brought glass, I feel the vibration of incoming riders.
The pale blue sky disappears in a cloud of dust....

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It's night now in harlem, time to explore
Snakes are diurnal, rats love their nocturnal
Life, the subway is a swinging door.
A cockroach crawls before it falls
Catalectic between the broken walls.
It's time to pay the rent and feed children
Feeding themselves from a golden arch
Of junk. Sunday's money...

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Similar sounds and letter alliteration are literally leaping and precipitously punctuating the 
perforated pages of my mired, muddled mind.. 
     Making mental maps for future fun in meditation mired muse, meticulously masks the 
real reasons I rise from my favorite fluffy...

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I awoke to find 
that Jack Frost had paid a visit 
to my bedroom windows
for the very first time 
this Winter.

If only I had seen him at work
I would have thanked him
for decorating 
my otherwise plain view
to the outside world.

How amazing he is,
working under cover...

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I see neon orange
as it pops, rattles and jars
inside my mind, all the time.
It titillates, sizzles and struts
a solid, knock out punch. 

Orange obsession, like a
manic brain on overdrive
squeezes it's juicy core
into every fiber of my
being, it reigns supreme. 

I close my eyes and envision
an...

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***AND NOW GOD BRINGS TO YOU… ***

Ladies and Gentlemen! 
Through the auspices of
Our Glorious God’s
         Creation  Company…

Traveling the infinite of Love…
 Across the heavens, then
Through our atmosphere, and,
With His eternal nearness to 
The Earth’s  moving...

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Love comes in all
shapes and sizes – Thank God!
Myself having evolved in some
rather, undesirable directions...

But what is the same anymore?

Environmentalists say, not the sky!
Not the seas! (Seagulls flying off
with bees to who knows where?) 
As those wide-open spaces – gone!
Concrete and steel having replaced
colorfully tinted...

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The stir of a love song
whispers across midnight,
blending times present-
times past,
punctuating the softness
of a silence belonging to memories
locked away,
hidden within heartbeats . . .

whispering a sudden longing
for a time before the time
when innocence pirouettes
on the moment of passion,
and all songs stop....

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Mediums of Winter parse
translucent runes on the tines 
of sloping firs basking like mallards 
in March's brusk sunshine. 
Arctic oracles echo on the lake's hard sapphire 
with pearl crests punctuating 
Spring's arrival while cat tails exclaim 
nascent umber banks. As teals float 
in a tarot...

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the s p a c e between us, 
   is lined with full stops
        and wistful questions~
tucked within "inverted commas"
             of w e e p i n g stars,
  but I'm lost  in 
  ...

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The moon took possession
of the sky
a blank slate of atmospheric haze
punctuating
the seasonal sentence
of solar cycling....

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Except for the snow, it’s a monochromatic scene
The pond is frozen to a reflecting mirror finish,
In the fields there is not a speck of green to behold
Overall, the countryside is bleak in winter’s cold,
With clumps of sage punctuating the near pasture
The trees have given up...

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I doubt that one can put
a price on love...though 
many have tried – even
lied;

I doubt that one can be
happy without a fair slice
of love, the spice of love,
received a letter of love
and wished, at the least,
to have replied – 

unless missing the punctuating
part of love,...

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uncomfortableness, and hesitation arose that you might reassess a possibility for friendship or.... whatever with me.

A disappointment set in place in the event that based on some facet of my being (inexplicable flaws within this corporeal human male), forecast that an about face (booked on...

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The restless night had ended
abruptly. Caught between dreams and
consciousness, the town was arching towards
the sprinkled light of dawn. A perpetual regularity 
reigned over the dusty path that led wayfarers and commuters      
alike in and out of this forgotten cluster of...

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