Best Remarked Poems

You had that future retro look:  two thousand seventeen,
There was a slow and sultry permanence, a little slouchy lean
As you eased out of the taxi before it shot off to the right,
Who could have predicted what was goin' down that night.

Your totemic injunctions had...

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Nervous as a harried hen, Mom was in a dither
Would wedding guests be kept away by the winter weather?

My cheeks so rosy from the sting of howling, bitter winds
White lace and pearls, car door opened and a young girl stepped within

Fresh mums adorned the altar...

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I could not refrain from asking what it was that made her sigh
When each picture that she started she took down. I wondered why.
The young lady was forthcoming; said her thoughts were fresh and bright
Every time she started painting nothing seemed to turn out right.
Then...

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Nervous as a harried hen, Mom was in a dither
Would wedding guests be kept away by December weather?

My cheeks so rosy from the sting of howling, bitter winds
White lace and pearls, car door opened and a young girl stepped within

Fresh mums adorned the altar of...

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In seventy-eight, my steel-stallion, KZ1000, 
   pride, wind in my hair.
Its Sissy Bar, firm tether, bag secured, 
   my wanderlust's prayer.

Where sun, snow, wind sculpt my journey's theme 
   my odyssey untamed, my spirit free.
No car to claim, just...

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Zero.
By which nothing is divided.
No zero
no negative
no opposite
no hope
no Adam, no apple, no marriage, no morning.
No mirror
no knowledge
no God, no soul, no ear lobe, no Iliad, no Odyssey.
No universe
no black hole
no zodiac
no hero
no mission, no omission, no fission, no fusion.
No beanstalk
no tractor
no yellow
no 7:30, no...

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For you and only you, my love, I’ll wait.
I’ll wait through evening’s dusk to early dawn.
On corners or at stations; by my gate
I’ve waited - and at night with curtains drawn.

The hands of time keep moving, stroke by stroke.
My calendar I’ve marked and then remarked.
What...

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He would visit the wharf of the pond very often
Peace and joy writ large on his lips and eyes
He would whistle a tune to call the shoal of fish 
From inside the water as well as from his heart
The clouds got intimate with the flirting...

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I heard my name in the wind where the willows do weep,
Such a moment of bliss I will evermore keep.

For I sat in the silence, just a moment or two,
With paper and pen, thinking only of you.

Then I scrolled out a verse, a most delicate...

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Another genuine soul so sadly departed 
So talented a poet and so kindhearted 
He touched my soul right from the start 
Tears are drenched from my broken heart 

A contest poet and commenter too! 
Who often remarked on me and you 
His voice was heard...

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(Written for Jim Eslinger )


DEVOTION POEM  5, “Unspoken”         ***** (for Jim Eslinger)


Young and new to each other,
There was always too much to say.
Glancing around in restaurants, we’d notice
What so many friends remarked on when seeing
Those older...

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It’s with heavy heart I pen this verse
Watching your father pass by in the hearse
Takes me back to that night in the shed
When you said, this is like fireworks
It was,  I dropped the cigarette on the petrol can
Still, as I remarked, not many sheds...

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There is a beat to the world,
it burns and bites, it can calm & comfort,
it will arouse and it will anger, it is a romantic rhythm,
immutable and immaculate,
an unselfish music it is, life provides this sensative song
and we all perfom a dance of danger, delight,&...

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~The Book~
 ( Narrative / Short Story)


 Shhh...Be quiet! please...or you'll wake up everyone...

 Did you see what that young man did all this evening at the table while taking some of his notes?
 Yes, sure we did, and so what? a volume of 'Poetry...

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A Whistling Girl and a Crowing Hen
 
By Elton Camp
 
 
	“We keep thet big flock o’ chickens fer eggs and meat,” Milas explained to his niece Elvira visiting from the city.  “We git tired of so much pork an’ we don’t have t’...

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