Best Sans Poems

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Gustav, how you pique the senses
          captured passion's plural tenses

lovers twined in percale folds
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The staticky-stars climax under intense blanket of Winter glow.
Your spouse can’t see your spirited green eyes that burn slow.

The friction of campfire sticks, the satiny...

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Perhaps in a row they sit on their chair.
At their small object they all like to stare.
In an upside down world, the room’s silence grows.
They...

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She slants her shining, golden glance
Across desert, mountains, rivers, plants
Greets her rising, true romance
In the purpling, opposite skies

Her lunar love, her heart’s delight
Soars to ever...

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My favourite pastime:
crafting poetry in rhyme
but not so this time

Ordered by Debbie:
from your comfy box break free
haiku it will be

Debbie, what's with you
to rhythm and...

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'Twas the night before Christmas' ...
          And with finances dead,
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A Look Back at Eighteen Months Here-The Show is Over

When your poems reside in a shoe,
like mine,
pounding the pavement to nowhere.
The onset of blisters isn't...

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howling black wolves complain to new moon,
of devastation wrought by creatures!
different from rest in size and shape,
walk on two legs, strange hairless features!

in packs behind...

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At my ripe age it's plain to me
That wisdom can come painfully

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Oh where could one sweet person go
          Who craves a phrase to ebb and flow
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SHE’s COMING AGAIN!

There’s a chill in the air
There’s a word on the street
Be afraid have a care
Put the children to sleep 
She was gone, bells...

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(The news of the death of dear and near ones reaching us on a daily basis has left me thinking of the transitoriness of life...

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Sudden, as a bolt from the blue,
Came down a humming bird, tantalizing
Skimming down and darting up
As an ever revolving top

It reeled round and round
Before it...

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Brigitte my love
Our Country suffers of many debts
The people are restless
Whatever shall we do love?

Ah Macron, we must think past the cookies
The solutions are complex,...

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And as the hills yonder 
Turned red from sunset rays
As darkness engulfed the valley
And the sweet sounds of birds
Rent the cool evening air

Our cows and...

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