Best Rounds Poems

T'were the night after Christmas, 'n' the house was all dark.
Not much money for 'lectric in the ol' trailer park.
Ma waitin' tables at the club...

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 POTD 25 Nov 2020

Manage your Stress … a peeling faded poster boldly declares 
I do get it about advertising campaigns. 
Enough to know that,
‘strategically...

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Leaning against the ropes, eyes swollen half closed

Its been a long fight....

Blood dripping from a dislocated jaw

Body beaten and bruised; taking a few more blows

Crowd...

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Etching tales that run in trails along a parchment sheet
From feathered quill in trembling hand so longing now for sleep
As black ink drips down from...

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A long, long time ago in the land of Fays,
     lived a forest nymph of beguiling beauty.
    ...

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The numbers spike ever higher
  Tiny sparks now raging fires
The unseen killer makes his rounds
  Headaches throb, chests pound

Streets deserted, sidewalks too
 ...

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Thundering tanks, missiles, bombs
     invade the world with fire's alarms

   Far beneath their horrific rounds
    ...

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at the break of dawn
a  Hummingbird starts his rounds
 Morning Glory sought

flaunting a red hue -
Mexican Sunflower tempts
looking hot, hot, hot

the Don Juan of...

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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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A dragon's scale reflects the rounds of time
her heart, the subtle beat of love sublime
a secret kept in smoke and ancient bones-
a tale best told...

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The Locket  (it’s never too late)

She hid in the shadows with tears in her eyes
The locket she wore, she had come to despise
In dangling...

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In 1971 my wife, a nursing aid at the time,
               ...

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The Miller High Life bottle cap 
a perfect circle – like the fattened moon face
leering through broken windows — shards
glitter the floor like fallen constellations

your...

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Cityscape

The artist’s hand reshapes yesterday
    In straight lines
    Of hard edges -
Peaks of 
    Right angles...

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Reminded of a summer tune
              I heard one summer’s day in June
so...

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