Best Sally Forth Poems

There's a Senior's home called the Shady Lane
    and life's curse is at an end.
Where a hundred souls are kept in line
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MAXIMILLIAN
I am about to take a trip into the lens of thought.
I am going to magnify the face to be.
Sometimes it may be pretty as...

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SPLICE
T itivated to accomplish (a) mazing things.
H eaven bound it seems.
E verlasting in faith and belief
C ause I only have me to be.
R eaching for...

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A few moments after a hard summer shower we went to get the mail.
It was something in which my son, his dog and I certainly...

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Dragon came into my life as Grandpa Troll, gave me a little egg and praise.
He said that only a special few, could deal with a...

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Of bus stations I have known, this is by far the worst
A post Victorian folly that's a post Victorian curse.

A waiting room that's cold and...

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Monkey Eating Figs

There was a monkey on my back eating figs,
Screaming, cursing as sunlight hit its beady eyes,
Slowly this thought came to my sleepy head,
Be...

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"Land's End"

All at once & with such Very Great Flair ~
So's no-one would notice what'd really taken Place~
SeaWolf & his Wench grabbed a wild Notion...

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Pursuit for elusive prey
teases yours truly
into treacherous catacombs
dangerous mentally
challenging pitfalls,

sets small hairs of back
on camp creeks edge
of night, where dark shadows
evoke outer limits
of twilight zone

prompting...

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The annual migrat'ry trek of southern folk each year, 
Escaping chilly winter months, they mostly seem to fear, 
Sees four wheel drives and caravans of...

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LIVE TO FLIGHT

In layered comforts embrace I lay,
Dripping dreams and skimming unknowns
Warm and secure in isolation and fantasy
My mind drives me away to lands anew....

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" Went Down She Did "

Twere that Fantome went down went down so she did
Chosen she that Devil against then so to bid
Her souls naught...

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As I pass the Bookstore,
I can smell the parchment of opened books.
The colorful covers call me forth.
The stories continuously call my name.
The poetry asks me...

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in stranger shoes I amble forth
each print of sole measured by size of fit
heaven forbid i might one day break step
place foot in virgin earth
to...

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I long for silence
a day in the sun
when all these harsh whispers 
are quiet and undone

I hear an angel somewhere
calling falling
softly in his rage of...

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