Best Quarters Poems

Faraway magic sparks inside distant dreams awaken tears
spells under a smiling moon casting shadows out howls lonely
within deep soft moving feelings lights all candles in four chambers bright

Silver whispers one lone wolf cries princess moonlighting ball faraway dance
flying on wings across many oceans sweet warmly...

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Can you hear me?
Can you hear me now?

I’m squeezing out between
Pink Floyd and Willie Nelson,
a generation in the middle
of right and wrong.

Will you call me?
Will you call me now?

I haven’t gone deaf,
even if it seems that way.
I’m just caught in the aftermath
Of everything I can’t...

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Evening Quarters

And far away across the fields
the tolling of the iron bell
calls the faithful to their knees
to hear the softly spoken 
magic spell.
Sounding out to loneliness
soothing whispers to bereaved.
Grace confirmed by carillon
they live on, who believed.
As night call changes herald summer, echoes
summon hope
the pious soul...

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When I say stuff you don't agree with
and you ask me questions about it
and I answer them 

and then you say stuff I don't agree with
and I ask questions
and you answer them 

and slowly we get
to know each
other as long as respect is foremost
in both...

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Right she said it is off to bed, 
let"s get you up those stairs. 
It"s half past eight and getting late 
I want to hear your prayers. 

Oh no I thought as I was brought 
to the foot of my own bed. 
What will I...

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Today is another birthday, 
I now am  seventy-five!
Three quarters of a century, 
and I am still alive!

Don’t ask me how I managed it, 
I just don’t have a clue
Was it merely luck or fate
that always brought me through?

They say the good die young, 
well,...

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Horde meets out  of town…
White smoke as tires spin around
Pistons melting down...

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Magnifying is your sight,
filtering your destination.
It’s odyssey to the legs
but you walked it with your gaze.
No more too long a distance
is thousands of miles away.
Your adorable gaze beckons
to the elements you require
for manufacturing words.
To your disposal they hasten.
Literary dexterity:
your alluring criterion!
It behoves me to tell...

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Janice set out a variety of fat quarter cottons
arranging and rearranging colors until she was happy
one brown she kept tossing out, then pulling back in
she loved making quilt decisions
she had a new pattern, old to many, new to her
have you started on it yet? Her...

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Some times it's difficult to rhyme.
We are living in a interesting time.
Putin's war which won't relent,
nor will our "telepathic" ex-President..
Covid still making people sick.
Our information stolen with a click...
After watching the news, our economy
is going down the tubes..
Shortages in the food chain and here
comes another...

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Ghetto tabernacles congregate
to hear the sons of Eli preachers beg and holla
Saying to the colorful captive audience:
they gonna get their piece of the pie in the by and by
It’s waiting in the oven ... baking in the sky,
and they will get their slice when they...

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There was a time, not long ago,
I’m sure this won’t seem strange,
When I would never leave my house
Without a pile of change.

My wallet would be fit to burst
Or pockets would be jangling
With all the quarters that from every source
I had been wrangling.

The parking meters ate...

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A young boy walked into our bookstore…browsed a minute…then in a gesture beautiful and grand…said, “I just want to thank you…here’s a tip.” Then he put two quarters in my hand.

He saiid, “This is just to thank you for all the things you do.” The...

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30 Rolls of Quarters
Miracle Man
1/6/2021

This Pandemic hasn’t been a great morale booster,
but no hill for this stepper for I’m somewhat a loner.
Some days are as hard as “putting socks on a rooster,”
 and my parts are all worn out so I can’t be a donor.

The...

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I ride a dappled horse and I'm full of introspection
With centrifugal force I gaze with circumspection
This merry-go-round gives me a sense of connection
While conversely I feel immense disaffection

Then the roan steed begins a gentle ascent
With an easy speed I ponder this peculiar event
I feel comfort...

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