Best Rims Poems

It starts with only one -
one like me
a melancholy migrant
from the immortal part of her
to the locus of her physical being --
the center of her...

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God Stands

When dust and time blot out my name;
And I rise to unknown strands,
And the whole world melts with fervent heat.
God Stands!

When the planets cease...

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Just as bees squeeze like watermelon seeds
Spit across apricot fields
My wife and I on Friday
Join the lines of highways up north

Pulled by hilltops to the...

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How much do I love thee
Let me tabulate all the ways

I bought you a new Mercedes
	With gold plated tire rims
I bought you a humongous diamond...

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Voices choral, chimes of clay ring out
oh so merrily to a wintry sky
And earthen sounds once silent, still, now shout
in harmony and majesty, they cry....

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Tonight, a montage is brushed with a splendor
of glazed branches : an arrangement of russet
teal and orange; dappled wisps enticing
my spirit for a pilgrim beyond...

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My dream car is known to be one of muscle,
which can quickly get up and hustle.

The year would have to be nineteen hundred and Sixty...

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I am jealous
of everything that has ever touched you,
the breaths of hot sunshine that have soothed your cheeks with hope,
the moonlight that has painted your...

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When velvet night is soaked in dew
along  bright rims of starlit thread,
prayers chime a tune in revue
away from hours of black and dread.

Along bright...

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Oh the images we freeze in time

the sweet, sweet scents that bring recall

the sharp and painful longing that belongings bring

for those lost or lingering on...

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VAROOOM!! Listen to my honey purr.
Better to me than being wrapped in fur.
Come take a look at my 77' Corvette,
worth every penny tho' now I'm...

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Cornucopia
          By Dane Smith-Johnsen
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Feeble, a word not often used 
in this hi-def, mega bite world,
where almost anything can be done
with the tap of a fingertip,
the aged still feel...

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No nylon nets
on the basketball rims
No evening street lights
as the day grows dim

More bad news
when I hit the front door
More funeral flowers
for the cemetery garden...

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I move, I move, 
My wheels turn like wild things
My hands cry the rims
I run in my dreams
I jump with style
I dance

I move, and dance
My...

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