Best Routed Poems

Deceptive, drowsy,
the gray cat, Tempus, in doldrums
lazes, purring, stretching.
I have watched him:
cunning eyes half-closed,
he stalks bright birds near day lilies.
Wings wet from flights
through sprinklers' sweeps,
birds swoop, glide, flutter.
They light on dry grass,
strut and shake themselves,
are lulled. Then, Tempus
pounces on one bird.
The rest are routed…
And Tempus...

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Green eggs, Spam and grits
Sam and Pam had their fill,
Then made their way to Main Street
Down WhoDat’s Whatsup Hill.

Waived "Hi!" to their neighbors
To show them that they cared.
All smiled except two who
Just stood there and glared.

Hulu Q Hopps and
His shorter half-brother
They came from two pops...

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Technology is changing day by day, 
the benefits? enormous, one might say, 
is miniaturization a price too high to pay? 
not necessarily the smart and prudent way. 
Gemstones aren't what they're purported to be, 
take that cuff link, a microprocessor, 
what used to take acres...

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Run run run frm ya demons run run run its duck season 
Run run run frm da wizard run run run frm da blizzard 
Da lizard king skin ripper
Run frm ya visions 
Run run run frm division 
Redrum reflection in da bedroom mirror
Spectrum of light...

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Diamonds are a dangerous commodity.
Topaz brickettes pave lost roads 
for the unfortunate paths 
of bewildered Dorothy's
(and misguided second-removed cousins).
The birthday cards
I send myself,
are never returned to sender;
they're forwarded to you.

Rubies are ominous and a crucial burden.
Red. A vibrant statement.
Look at me! I'm red! 
Quite a...

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adventure, imagination, nature, places, travel
Trillium’s Three! ©

Three bright white petals
Three large green rounded leaves
Three ‘blasts’ the trillium white star 
Points them close look-see!



ALONG WINDING ROADS! ©

A long winding road 
Night opens two white bright strips
One going one way 
Another down its’ other way 
Around black...

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The Zerg are vanquished;
The Protoss have been routed.
Death's Avatar wins!...

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It is said "beauty is in the eye of the beholder"
It's all in how we see life itself 
and what we indeed take from it too
Our relation to time - being and existence
Food to the metaphysical heart - Love
Truth to the mind - bringing peace
physical...

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A popular priest in 1810, Spanish rule he spoke against
those who had overthrown the Spanish Viceroy José de Iturrigaray
A speech calling upon the people to protect in angst
Their King Ferdinand VII was held captive El Rey
Hidalgo rung the bell on the morning of the 16th...

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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 regal, resplendent rafters.
riches rudely rupture rooted rectified rights.
ruckus ricochets revenant reign. 
ratified rattlebrained rules roil reductionism.
rumbustious rapscallions rollick; render ruinous...

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The wood misunderstood the knife, the ax, the scythe
though for centuries it had sheltered man and should not
have misunderstood man's intent.

Wind chimes sublime mime melodies wordless tones
without rhyme noting not the passing of time.

The endless sky buoys the trees leaves on coy up drafts,
wafting orange,...

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*** At Age Seventeen ***

At 17, the wooden heels of my boots echoed
My audacious immaturity along my entire way 
    exploring
Manhattan’s south-end area.  Its long blocks, I routed 
For the reason of simply seeing.

In the route I took through that then...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY: LXXVIII

            for Suzanne DELANEY, in appreciation

(Prelude: CAN THE WRONG MAN BE RIGHT ? ABSOLUTELY ! 
If only he were NOT guilty of the self-same crime ! 
For instance,...

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cont'd
These anguished howls that knew no bounds,
Continued for hours without count.
‘til a silence as deep as eternal sleep
Enveloped the ship in its gowns.

And amidst the gloom, exhumed from the tomb,
A shaded and ghostly shape,
With cobwebbed sails, salt-bitten rails,
And seaweed couture drapes.

A ship it must be,...

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Naked

Unarmed I stood against the beast
Defending what was mine
The theft of my guileless innocence
His most cruel, remorseless crime

Fighting slings and arrows
Words that cut me to the quick
Lifting thin arms in resistance
To his heavy, brutish fists

Sorrow comes in darkness
Arrives without an invite
The moon stares dully at...

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