Best Rheumy Poems

In dizzying rounds rain goes up and down; 
see the heat of the day steamroll the lawn.
Mist ascends; then back again, dew rebounds;
to bathe the...

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His rheumy eyes film over and he brushes away a tear
with the age-spotted back of his hand.
He watches himself as a young man –
handsome, vigorous,...

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*Image of Many Meanings by KWC.

Likeness ssenekiL: Part 1

(HOMONYMS: Homophones & Homographs)

He'll heal his heel.
They sow so they sew.
His aide aid with an ade.
You saw...

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his sweet scent of mere love still lives on

I walk, hark nature's moving sounds 
carried softly through forest paths 
nostalgic scent of rheumy dew grounds....

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Beneath, weeping willow you lie supine
lamenting, veneration, muse divine
weakness of mind, love is my illusion
incidental rendezvous, delusion?
my dear, recall our ten idyllic hours
smelt the perfumed...

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repugnant racist republican reviled - rickettsia re:itch ruler. 
rapaciously ravaged revered reverential rubric. 
radical ruthless renegade rapidly riotously rips rigged ramparts. 
refrains retaining remnant redolent...

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My nothe ith sthopped up and I can't respthire

   My lungths are congeshted and all afire

      My eyeths...

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Madame Sosostris, the leaves are running away
With the springtime wind, into the University café,
Mr. Scogan, what prophesy of apocalypse do you bring?
The grass smells oh!...

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In a house high on a hill an old man grows weak, many years have gone, he lays in his old bed,
Back in the day,...

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"He made a difference."

Gramps, my mother's father, 
Dave Luke -- my grandfather, 
a tall unlettered white (decidedly white) 
Louisiana man -- was born August 1888....

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I come in from the rain before I catch a cold --
No matter what science says, I have experience!
Once I thought facing down a draft...

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Closed the door…
locked it tight
For the final time 
and then no more…
Gazed all about
At the yard…
The flowers…
Where I spent 
So many happy hours
and now would...

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Cavernous warehouse filled to the rafters
With all of my memories; forgotten laughter
Boxes unmarked, heavily taped, a dusty cluttered mess
Haphazard narrow walkways disappear into the dark...

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A needle: a small, thin object
with a sharp point that mends
our open wounds. 

Sewing needles are polished
and used by seamstresses
to keep our clothes 
stitched and...

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I turn and run down to the wet places where fawns remedy  their 
thirst from the waterbrooks.  Panting, I fall to my knees...

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