Best Returns Poems

As winter trees exhume their leaves
for spring
and Autumns' sacrifice 
retreats in memory 
Summers of sangria blossoms 
drape their crimson blooms-

exhale against an arc of sighing skies

Seasons conspire
to tempt the wanderer on, 
but it’s the stolen thoughts of childhood 
that bring the wanderer home.

© Suzanne Delaney...

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Krummes Holz gibt auch gerades Feuer    
Crooked logs make straight fires [Work with what you have.]
 
Downcast eyes scan; the larger fear’s in deeds.
Germany thrives on the allied dollar 
having culled the herd; they bank euro collared.
I, remnant of the tribe of...

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Loneliness teases like looming shadows on winter's floor
As darkness settles in and closes the door
Like a thief, it takes the light that was shown
To create a reminder of being alone
A heavy heart isn't always easy to lift
Empty hands once held dreams, through fingers they sift
Old...

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 When love is given but not returned
 the heart begins to hurt a lot
 When love is kindled but you get burned
 For the echo returns not

 When dawn breaks with dulcet birdsong
 And the melody hits the spot
 Yet joy does not come...

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Memories wound like shards of shrapnel
exploding through the restless night
bursting into jagged slivers like broken glass,
leaving a heart wretched and contrite.

Ears strained to hear voices crying
from somewhere within the dark beyond,
the place lying between emptiness and sighing
but not one echoing refrain responds

Not a single word...

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(A limerick for Jack Ellison)


A surgeon was called to do operation,

as Jim's "little friends" need urgent attention.

His aspiring poetess wife

Scarlet yields a mean word knife;

To reduce sillyballs was her only intention.



*sillyballs? syllables! duh...

09 October 2015...

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Should it hurt?
The word "LOVE"
A gift of happiness, 
togetherness

A breath to breath combination
stomach rotation, when love is gone

Should it hurt?
Moving on!
Pulling oneself together
After falling far from heartache 

A feeling hard to bare
until another comes along

The End

Chase-...

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Gently their world now breathes fresh life
into a dormant winter’s heart;
for behold the leaves are rife
with fragrance, zest and strength to start
their lives anew as hopes impart.

His arms, her eyes unfurl a wing
unhurried. She reveals her face;
a thousand blooms that are hiding
suddenly opens an ice-chilled...

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Of all the blooms that herald spring's return,
The crocus reigns supreme, a regal sight,
As if the earth has shed its wintry stern,
Its vibrant hues a welcome, bold, and bright.

The petals, delicate as morning dew,
Unfurl like silken ribbons in the breeze,
Bring hope and joy to all...

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(One Moment In Time- Whitney Houston)




I touch the dawn when fear explains
                      the reasons why this chill remains
I wait for sun to paint the...

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Robert Hinshaw, what you do is great,
 i say because, its comedy in poetry,
we  could use a few more like you,
 to tickle us until we spew, 
keep em coming on true blue, 
till you sidestep out the gate. 
THE POETS BLOODY FATE, MATE....

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Tim asked Aunt Sheila, ‘How’s Melbourne today?
I hope you are having a nice Christmas Day,
I opened my present before the phone rang,
So thank you for sending me that boomerang.
But I hoped you’d send me a bat and a ball
And not some bent wood, I don’t...

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 I call out your name from hilltops and lofty mounts.
But I get no response, not even an echo return.
Once our laughter pulsated through crannies and crevices
And along seastrands with the sibilance of waves and the roar of billows.

When we paced hand in hand with...

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Silent is the echo as pride shouts
   selfishness causing pouts...
      self-conceit triumphs over jealousy bouts 
         self-glory reigns with discontentment clouts
         ...

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The sea was calm, the shore silent, 
         No echoes resonated there, 
      A walk along the ocean meant
To cleanse the soul and lay it bare;

As shadows lengthened, they strolled on, 
...

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