Best Scouring Poems

Going wild about Clare 

     Where hills lay barren, and bedrock’s stripped bare
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Lighthouse keeper vacancy announced
Envelope delivered; contents read aloud
A smile turned into laughter, then into a shout
Parents and Son hugged before he set off.

Applicants sitting quietly,...

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(for The Beloved and in honor of Arthur Rimbaud)

… the magnolias are far away – still, I sing, begging
them for bridges to
brood with stanzas of...

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Wings flutter
     off in the distance
as I shuffle through these stones,
tasting the energy trapped in each,
scouring my lands
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Salted kisses

The ferocious rolling waves
Were broken by the shoreline
Into gentle caressing streams

Wet, fine, white sand grains
Gently scouring and washing with each new step
Left our feet...

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My cherished tomcat went missing
I sat at home in floods of tears
He’d been my devoted companion
I’d had him for so many long years

So I put...

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Lifting winds cut through the trees
Scouring all of coppered leaves,
Now swirling in the autumn sky,
To flutter down, like butterflies.

Winter now, she bides her time
For soon enough...

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Friday night's here at last ...lets have a blast.
Teenagers dash to discos ...ready to dance
to throbbing beats  and combo drums
rythm and blues....kicked off shoes
as...

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My Pet Poems, WOODY

Not long after our heart-stealing beauty
Watson passed, Jim drove me off from
The breeder’s and I sat in the passenger seat
With a cocker,...

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Only six months 'til Christmas...
Yes, just six months to go- 
I'd best start making lists, 
Buying bottles for' ‘rellies' who like to get pissed
And scouring...

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I - this vacant building, dilapidated by years and cold inadvertence.

    Obscurities dance in my eaves, ravenous belfry bats, scouring dusk -

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I stand in a corner
with a flickering soul
reminiscent of a sentinel 
standing apt in a full armor suit,
now rusting at the seams,
Like an abandoned lighthouse
on...

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high up in the sky
     scouring the field for its food
the red hawk circles...

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Half a mile from the shore
boats turn into diving fish,
the sky roars by
derailed by the horizon.

The Lake Erie ferry
skims the crashing crests
rises as a seagull,
scooping...

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These are the stones
that ground nails and sharpened talons,
they have slid under mountains of ice and fire,
have been polished by the glacial dead.

The stones endure...

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