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 g 
and s h i f t i n g
through pillowy puffs 
of  w h i r l i...

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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 must now face this bridge I have built.
Regardless of truth, of fact, or of lie.
Its faith that brings light to...

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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 it's earthly glow. 

I cast misty shadows, 
on planet's green meadows,
and people took up hands,  
like stretchy rubber bands,
to...

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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 as all stand back,
tourist gawks, at paired land splendors.
First; mountain cliffs for ascenders.
The world's tallest, *Mauna Kea.
**Mount Everest, Himalaya,
true disingenuous...

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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 would be glad 
We’re ready to sail at first evening  star.
Rounding the Cape at this late time of year
is...

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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 all to see.

There are countries in this world, where freedom has all been lost.
This happens when people are unarmed, it...

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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 infers that will ruin me of the richness. 

Amid day and night, You pour me with your tenderness
My label gathers...

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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 two
three and four, or as many
more; but, for a lyric to
soar, or heavily sink to
depths fond hearts dip
and taste-tally together
explore...there...

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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 was old, I just thought it part of me.
You know as old age goes.
Middle age spread!  Begins to show!
Of...

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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 lump to see right in the front of me.  I thought it was old age.
But when it moved to...

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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 the river of 
Goodie, goodie, mouthwatering spoonful’s of what
You know my friend, Ice cream!!
Double dip me, with peppermint silvers of...

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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 spray a blackened canvas face.
T witching stars ignite celestial realm,
A dmitting dazzling gold to overwhelm.
C omets combust across eternal sky,
U...

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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 spy scopes
on distant rookeries: 
birders.

Disturbing the peace
of winter meditation,
rearing herself:
swamp giant.

Kathy Collins


*Great Swamp National
Wildlife Sanctuary
Morris County, NJ...

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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 scopes of interest-
or maybe life exists that meets our common test.
Mysterious are circumstances only guessed.

What lies in those dark depths...

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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 connect is truly frayed, a romance delayed, 
Short as the breath of some insectoid, bent on lustful satisfaction. 

Are you...

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