Best Reconnoiter Poems

Try to put feelings to thoughts,
thoughts to words.. 
weed out angry ones, hope for forgiveness 
in calling card verse.

beauty sings "won't be long" 
in clear air, beauty sings 
voice of the canary, what does it know
of better things.

Was I hard by you, did I lose...

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My muse did her fealty recuse
My honor she did stealthily reconnoiter
My discourse was grounds for divorce
Finding my writing no longer enlightening
My blithe parlance no longer my mistress did entrance
With my prose she did forthrightly dispose
Each short she did subsequently abort
Each regaling verse did prudently disburse
Each...

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“Cambodia is
Cambodia but not really
Cambodia.”
That’s what some say
As the years roll on
Forty years or so since Pol Pot and his pals posted
‘Year 0”, 
Sent the whole thing to the wash,
 And it came out 
Red.

So now I recline on
 Sun built beaches
Night into Day 
Sandwiched...

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Flushed,

kicked to the curb and stunned,

waanning, waanning and crumbling crumbs,

dispelled as dumbed,

come backs like lakes of water aren't even fun,

toned and intonated,

17 things to endanger-
39 to reconnoiter,

there was nothing to do,

nowhere to go,

some people showed,

they were enhanced,

I was so gold-

aggrandized yet grow'd,

I couldn't even agree...

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Dragon snuck in with the Basement Trolls, to watch a movie, one fine night.
They watched “The Day of the Triffids”, unbeknownst to us, creating our plight.
The next morning all Heck broke loose as we piled in our truck to go to town.
Farmer Brown’s fields had...

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Australian Ancient Depths Of Time

Under deserts rusting tides of red
Mountains once collapsed themselves into the clay
Became flat lands stilted while sun hung ornate on the humble quiet
Beauty remained unobserved, unobstructed, ageless
At this point in time my team and I, consisting of two guides
Walked gently along...

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Either Sown or Sewn

or Flower or Flour

Either it is to be sewn or sown

Which one should be left alone?

Maybe small seeds or some stitching

Back and forth we are always switching.


Sown seeds will soon start to grow

Flexible fingers become when you sew

So if I should sew...

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Love Might as Well be a Million Miles Away



Demented silence 
Thuds dreams to nothing
In empty hands
And desperate lips kiss
Air

Tears beguile emotion to feeling
Something
Anything
Squawking
All of it a lies distraction
From the yank and burn

Don’t look to deep
Into it

A whole life brought to the reckless tip
Says “ Believe...

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The belle of the ball and most frightening of all is Sticky Fingers McRaccoon.
He knows how to win, and how to get in, with his gang, of crazy ragamuffins.
He’s never invited, but won’t ever be slighted, as he comes along, for a crime.
And the birthday...

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Choking Back The Tears!

This papa did accurately
surmise undeclared war
strong armed lance pierced my armour,
ah...how fondly he recalls
early fatherhood days of yore,
when daddy's first born girl

did effusively adore
yours truly, he likened self as topnotch
trooper, who mustered vigour
exhibiting untrammeled unconditional
tender loving behaviour
before conflict erupted as between

mainland China...

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Success Soon Will Start

Success soon will start being in site
After you stayed up day and night
Practicing on a favorite instrument
That to you by God has been sent.

Though at times I am always annoyed
When people responsibilities will avoid
Leave musical instrument in its case
Forget being first seat...

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Winter's icy streams funnel low
Frosty beams on pine needles 
glow
A menacing wind seeps 
through thatched window
Below, fibrous carpet cloaked 
with satin plateau
Snowy wood with furry dander 
doth flow
Mule deer nestle with fatty 
reserves in tow
Wild boars root 'neath the 
milky tallow
Red foxes scavenge for prey...

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Duncan was a young British soldier,
new recruit at fifteen years of age,
a good lad who followed his orders,
he was a fifer who liked to play,
his tunes directed men in the field,
the Blackwatch soldiers who didn’t yield,
deployed in 1758
to America, to wilds great.
Sent to take the...

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Battle weary joints in intuitions arrayed lines,  
Reconnoiter the ballistic armor dish,
Spy work encounters soft voluptuous designs,
Muzzle lifted arrogant projectile as gripe ball?

Overshoot or underplay enemy rights,
Miss fit charged by the trigger happy brigade,
Blooms and bottoms out in fine rivalry points;   ...

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My Innermost And Fervent Desire for Solitude
Has Unleashed the Taurus Beast
Mortally Weary are My Bones That Pre Exist My Existence
Worn Is The Sound of My Granted Title
Weighed With Accoladed Responsibilities
Fileted Fame, Phantom Honor
Two Eyes Blinded For One To See

Tangled Tongues Like Two Edged Swords
Slanderous Vices...

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