Best Scopes Poems

seasons keep m o v i n g 
 and s w i r l i n g
memories keep f l o w i n...

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A thought of the past flies condemned by the wind.
No more released than held deep within.
Bringing to surface this pain and this guilt,
And so I...

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#68. MOON WINK 

I took a trip for fun, 
between the Earth and Sun, 
slid quietly between,
the star sun's scarlet sheen,
from its radiant show,
and in...

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*Image of Pala au & Nanahoa by Historic Hawaii
AUDIO: Couplet read
VIDEO: Unique Okala Island Off Monumental Cliffs of Moloka'i


Cliff

Cliff's supply the bemused aback.
Amassed jaws sink...

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All I have to offer  is this cigar
and  clay cup of  whiskey that’s not so bad.
Hides are loaded, sir,  thought you...

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Peace or Problems

Do we want peace or just more problems?  Whatever shall it be?
We will always have our differences, that is a strength for...

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Since my life started on earth, I've felt coziness. 
You gave me your Infinite joy, vigor, and gladness
You surrender everything and raise your eagerness. 
Everything...

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Without fiery passion, 
there is no poetry – Oh,
there are jingles of sorts!
jingles of naughts – 
Limericks so on, and on 
and on – Rhymes...

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>It started with a lump you see
By Stanley Russell Harris
(A poetry Soup Honourable Mentioned Poet)
(The New mad Author)

It started with a lump you see.
As I...

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>To hell and back with cancer, is my personal feelings, please do not take them to heart.

To hell and back with cancer.

It started with a...

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I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream,
Rocky road unto the tin roof, let the chocolate chips
Fall where they may, float me down...

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S pacious formation from top to bottom,  
P ulses a harvest moon in late autumn.
E lectric Milky Way explodes in space, 
C hanging hue...

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Dusk at the Great Swamp* in early Spring

Applauding 
at the curve of twilight
you’ll hear them: 
tree frogs.

Bending, feigning
one way then the other,
Greek dancers:
trees.

Concentrating keenly, 
with...

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Prolific and fertile is this grand Earth, our nest,
and out in space, our Galaxies soundly attest
perhaps life just like ours has somehow coalesced
beyond our ordinary...

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For you my dear, of glistening gold and hues of blue, 
A mirage created by the constructs of feeble minds.   

Our ability to...

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