Best Rake Up Poems

Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Bread
       ( First of Three Poem Trilogy )

I

I've no problem with bardolatry fans
their barmecide and...

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I'll do some housekeeping today
Take my broom and sweep the clouds away
There won't be anytime for play
But if you come and want to stay

I'll share...

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Here I sit amongst the long grasses and the reed,
in a solitary place, where my breath is freed,
on an Indian Summer's evening on the lake...

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Soul progress
     back field in motion
The guff
     Chose, chose, live grow leave!  GO!

Leapt from heaven's gold
Jump...

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Thanksgiving fast approaches 
and the bustling has begun
in an enchanting house, 
the House of Cinnamon.
With children home for holiday, 
the voices that you hear
are sunny...

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Closing the lamp as another year shuts off
I am between solitude and scream --
when dusk’s music aches like a groan
as brother's demise wraps veiled nights
in...

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To ignite a life
within an empty fireplace
where the glow of the flame
reigns supreme,
reminds me
of a life time,
born and death
so, it seems.

For when the flame dies
and...

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Anyday and Sundays,
breathless with the word,
anticipation - he will show up.
  It is the shout of Jericho,
    as we walk out...

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Crash! Bang! Poof! The angry leaves assault my roof
My canine friend turns end to end, and cries out with a woof
I grab my rake and...

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Pigtails loosen yet messed, 
twisted by pliant fingertips
of evening’s devilry…  
tracing her budding breasts,
embers gleam from a lamplight, dim…
his jerked breathing quickens to rake...

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Come, oh the wind
with the muscle of a wrestler
come to sweep through me
fiercely I say
and carry me away
away from myself
to a place so desert
and there...

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autumn fills sparse spaces we occupy,
               seasonal change that closes in...

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Floccinaucinihilipilification And Very Little Heart
    (Second of Three Poem Trilogy)

II

Winter blowing in fierce, bitter cold now lingers
soon the "old and useless" will...

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much like me on a sleepless night
i hear the roar of this restless ocean
pounding like thoughts in my head
as the wind drives me back
one step...

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Oh Lord, Our Heavenly Father of all creation
We rely on you in all tribulations of life
Hope you will come down to touch and heal 
Our...

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