Best Seasoned Poems

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Winter breathes in sepia tones along a lonely two lane street
divided amongst the sweeping frozen dunes
now forced into shouldered amnesty

Street lights shiver in snowcapped bonnets
while...

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This seasoned evening
sported a full faced 
Orange Kool-Aid moon.

Fully aware it was a marvel
it shot me an arrogant wink.

Not once but twice.

I think i heard it laugh.

It...

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                Oh, weeping willow - friend to me
  ...

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It's so dark outside, my eyes can't distinguish where sand meets water. Somehow, dusk has come and gone, plunging the evening into darkness. 
 
But...

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Don’t even try to woo me
I can resist you
My mind is fortified
Reason screams reasons to be careful
Caution goes off in flares
My mind is alert
Aware
I can...

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Comfort me with the beauty of flowers
where the sunlight beams dance warmly supreme

Devoid of any tears, cruelty or violence
a veil falls away opening petals kiss...

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Shine forth His light, dispel the night!
Spread love that's true, let hope glow bright,
May your words be seasoned with grace!
Looking up to Christ, run your...

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In the realm of moons and breathless tides,
where promises dance with a serendipitous sonnet of sunrises,
along with morning kisses, unfolds a love story—
a poetic novel...

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“ANTE BELLUM”


BEIGEBest served where it can’t be seen
On Stirling Silver platters
With redruM narcotics
Delivered by sharp Blood-Red
Well-mannered talons
Strutting in sleek wet rolling tight-skirted
Long French Silk Stockinged...

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Oh now sad frog located on the sandy beach
Emotions raging around the body as an Icelandic volcano
burning holds in a vice grips deeply 
Stranded in...

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SPRING


Testing the water with bare toes
I will recoil
to the misted edge of hoarfrost
softened soil
peek through eyes of Crocus
and Jonquil
at the emptiness my promise
must fullfil.

I’ll whisper...

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a playground’s laughter
                  fragrant in its innocence- 
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My neck crooked backward,
I stand between the stacks
feeling the weight of centuries, 
the distilled wisdom of minds
who graced the earth with golden words,
words that pace...

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To enchant the eye and tickle the tongue
with levels of nuance like well-aged wine,
to engage the ear and limber the lungs
as sea winds seasoned with...

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I would have settled for a smirk,
for a quirk of smug lips
and that trademark dimple
that still makes me crazy.

I would have been happy
with a transient...

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