Best Rugs Poems

It's the summer, and it's time
to take the train to old Saint Ives
and visit my Aunt Clementine
who lives alone by an old salt mine. ...

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I was a fashionable interior decorator, beautifying comfortable, loved homes;
And selecting wall paints, fabrics and furniture, like the sparkle of gemstones.

I worked closely with eager...

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The Bedouins, bequeathed with the sacred beauty of paradise harsh,
trusted guardians of jealous gorges and gifted groves
lead me from the Wadi Musa to the humble...

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It was the spring of ‘74 when my student peers and I
were on the tail end of a group excursion  
through southern Spain, across...

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A musical throng of 400,000 strong invaded a dairy farm in New York in 1969,
 which set fire to the 70’s; but there was no...

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For those of us who are married
We know how it often goes
Good days, bad ones and some
Common, annoying marital woes

I left a smidgen of toilet...

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Not sure what I do but I sure am exhausted at the end of the day,
so I decided to think about it and made...

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Trying to recapture the joy of those winter days is difficult. School cancelled: sun shining through the sheer, white, curtains into an all too girlie...

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The old indian chief had seen much
fought in many a battle or raid
he had fathered seven children 
with his four fine young wives

Now he took...

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Water, Water, Everywhere

Water, water everywhere,
In yards, houses and even cars,
Animals scramble to higher ground,

Dark, Angry Clouds hover above,
Thunder belts its fury,
Spilling the depths of its...

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FAMOUS PEOPLE

she sings beautifully
is beautiful to look at
what’s she really like?
shhhhhhh!
you don’t want to know

the messiah
clear through
no intermission
coughs      yawns
programs rattle

mister...

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Pursue love,
the love that has no meaning,
the silver ports of the moon,
shine so bright,
that it blinds you in the twilight
she is beautiful and she is...

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We smile, it's raining
Jovial in dancing joy
Soaked to the skin

Warm hearth welcomes us
Naked to bare, towelling
Goosebumps diminish

Pillows, rugs, two lie
Face to face, lips now caress
We,...

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pies on  tartan rugs

before Spring dandelions bloom

- early yard picnic...

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HOW I LOVE CROCHETING....HOW IT RELAX ME SO....
EVERY TIME I USE MY CROCHET HOOK....
I'M SOMEWHERE ELSE...FAR AWAY I LOOK...
WHETHER I'M DOWN IN WONDERLAND....
WHETHER I'M IN...

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