Best Roped Poems

"Selkie"



Tomorrow never comes
shadows dance on walls
the wanting of bodies electric
pressed fast and tight
in the hot surrender 
of wet sheets sailing 
over solitary satin skin
neroli oiled...

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Rolling in
Meadows in her hair
A tango mass of
Butterflies
And what knots

Roped in

Tongue tied

With a pollen smeared smile
Smack smitten by every cinch





8/22/2019

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I flew alone in the white winter night
Cold winds and ice deep within my weary fright
In the night my mind in the darkest of dark
Death...

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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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My Friends, My Faith, My Hope

My friends infuses our time spent together
As musk from a perfume seller,
Time spent in their knowledgeable company priceless,
Positive demeanor, manner,...

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My love, you roped all the stars for me
My life you held in your hands
As children we swam in cold blue seas
Sculpting castles in warm...

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ME, MY MUSE AND ME!

ME
What I am about to say and do,
Would be inconceivable by more 
Than a few,
How could I dare,
Its isn’t fair,
For it...

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I stood too long
in the public square
strangers wearing masks
desecrated my presence
tossed paint upon my visage
roped and toppled me
shattered my past
erased my future
all because I paused
to...

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All along the bent and angling coast
seaweed strands in sunken coves
abandon their beached forms
from wave to wave

I always chase after them 
their strewn bobbing heads
roll...

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THE HOUSE OF MIRRORS

Come one, come all to the fabulous House of Mirrors,
Souls and the soulless, all are Welcome here in these
Reflective cell prisms.
Enticements glass...

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Hank had cowboyed on the Triple T Ranch fer nigh on fifty years.
He'd rode the range herdin' beef peerin' betwixt his hoss's ears.
Durin' cattle stampedes...

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There was once an old cowpoke named Meyers

   For decades he'd rode an old hoss named Squires

      He'd...

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My parents’ repeated refrain -
“Money doesn’t grow on trees.”
In my dreams, a lush tree grew
with leaves of high numbers,
nothing under a twenty.

On our 25th Anniversary,
our...

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We bought a cow at the state fair 
and loaded her on the truck
to take her home, but halfway there
we had a stroke of good...

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Limerick croises : Once our ‘Rita jumped into Sea Anne-Anne – 14

Once our ‘Rita jumped into Sea Anne-Anne
Sirens howled « panic stations » refrain
One Valhalla...

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