Best Reproachful Poems

For Timothy Lee, the best of me
Eyes meet over sips of morning coffee;
Warmth travels thru both my body and heart,
While you couch-settle around and near me.
I value sharing a perfect day’s start.

I enjoy each fun, twosome adventure;
Hands clutched in the dark, entering a park
Where night...

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Inner self renowned free; owned only by me in the thicket of the woods which is ticket to the 
goods. Lovely dew drop, tear drop worries obliterated by the sun. Rings true that I don't 
know what I've won but myself-- tiny, big, larger than...

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Did the creator(s) of his chemicals
wreck his chemicals ?
Or did he recklessly
wreck them on his own ?
He stormed almost violently
through the evening, half an hour after dark,
scowling and barking at enemies unseen;
he seemed to be peculiarly caught
between reproachful suburban streetlamps,
always half a pace ahead of...

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He heard the car and came running,
Jumped and whirled in the air,
Barking his happiness! 
Dad lifted her down in her yellow-flowered 
Camisole  and high heeled shoes.
The dog dropped,
His hind quarters hunched down,
Body sprung parallel to the ground, 
Ears laid back, hackles raised.

He'll get used...

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Sluggish suppurating symbol of disgust,
Dragged wailing into a reproachful life
Child of wrath and sloth and lust
All she will ever know is
Strife

Curdled flesh clings to a brittle scaffold
Pebbled orbs recline in sunken hollows
Starving slavering mouth unfolds
Engulfs the world and then it 
Swallows

Gawky appendages waver against a...

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Fat girl.
There she stood, waiting for the number 4 bus,
(She needs a size thirteen at least)
Wearing the clothes that only skinny girls can get away with
(they get away with murder)
Seams taut and strained
by puddles of flesh eager to burst forth 
(She can feel the heat...

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Late sunlight,
Mellow and smooth
Touches the placid afternoon
With fire sparkled warmth
A glow of white wine

On the shadow cooled breeze
A velvet scent
Of royal petunias
Drifts from among
Yellow and white
Reaching for the last
Etchings of sun,
Silky on grass,
Brittle on leaves

A heavy sun
Bows before
Reproachful night

Written 1976. Reposted 13/10/2017
Early poem as is....

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oh, Madam Francis, I stand flabbergasted!,
when I glance upon your shadow, gray,
I thought beauty for sure ever lasted,
but now I'm enveloped with dismay.

The ocean waves would shamelessly recede,
an ardent attempt at flattery, I suppose,
man after man would attempt to succeed,
but now look at you, a...

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Torrents of melancholy brine cascade from leaden skies;
Mirroring the salty streams of tears that seep from my sapphire eyes;

Folded limbs of bruised porcelain reach out to feel the patter of the rain;
Each stinging drop a tiny shard of ancient liquid pain;

Muddied pools form on a...

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True friendship is rare
It’s one in a million
A mirror image, a twinning
Mutual acknowledgement
In knowing
She’s the one 
Who pays attention
Listens with intention
Can read your thoughts
Before you think them
With whom you share
Truth
Respect
Consideration
Humour
Joy
Pain
Love
No conditions
Sometimes critical
Even reproachful
But always understanding
Who keeps you in line
Before you cross it
To the point of...

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When I was young, I had these dolls, in various guise and shapes,
The first was been the simplest; in it no single garment
or any ornament embedded, but only made of clay and heights four inches,
“Imperfect doll!” I exclaimed and clothed the doll in scarlet dress.
The...

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INVASION OF DREAMLAND 


How is it that you still invade my dreams and stir up such feelings of desire?
Motives reproachful for me you had yet subconsciously suppressed you are'nt
Not a thought for you during waking hours is given yet my dreams you haunt by 
your...

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When I was young, I had these dolls, in various guise and shapes,
The first was been the simplest; in it no single garment
or any ornament embedded, but only made of clay and heights four inches,
“Imperfect doll!” I exclaimed and clothed the doll in scarlet dress.
The...

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Silence breaks from atop the ancient Oak
I discern his small waiting shadow
Where others glimpse only spired branches
Tossing against the cerulean skyline
Sharp eyes of obsidian depths
Follow my intent of movement
Talon perched within the canopy
Simply waiting for me to move
The raven beseeches my name
His call weighing ever...

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it was not so much that it was pulled back
but that the release was a push
a spool of thread falling from the table
the gentle undulation of fiber through the air
that was the way you threw the rock

we both watched its journey 
the graceful way it...

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