Best Shaven Poems

I grew a beard
while waiting for you
it looks more and more
like I'll never get through

My left ear was aching
I switched to my right
This perpetual holding
has no end in sight

I wish I'd have noticed
before such great cost
that your phone number spells out
800-GET-LOST

Though I pressed '1' for...

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August wind, glass moon,serendipity...
two chairs gazing at each other in tender flow.
Hundred miles away, clouds gather
to fondle the opening and closing
of after- midnight refrains,
both trespassing a continental divide
to awaken upon scrolls of ramblings
united by the sorcery of mystic spaces
between humid lenses.

On such lit evenings, I...

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Sitting with her now
       Watching 
How did she get so old?
       How did I get so old?
So many pills
       Green, blue, white, red, yellow, orange
All kinds of...

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At last, in the mute of twilight hums
I am possessed with silence shaven,
whiteness of peace touches the breath
melting the morsels of earth’s flesh
from soiled, weary shirts: my unzipped body
dehydrated from needles of toil, soil, boil.
 
Dear time, be my friend in these hours;
the linens of...

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Stepping Through Time

I 
find that
I’m dancing
with a tall man.
Joy floods my soul, for
I am with my hero!
He’s awkward and lanky, but
his arm is strong around my waist.
As he smiles down at me, I recall
people had called him homely. Could they not
see - emanating from his...

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The Stone Story 
                         Authored by Chuck Keys

I was staring at a stone today,
it didn't move, it just sat, resting, 
relaxed...

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...She is a ten year old girl.
Her mother?...
...A fine example 
for her daughter.

...He is a father a husband.
He was a soldier...
...sent in harms way.
They are a family proud....

...What happened 
is everyone's nightmare....

...This brave man
was badly wounded...
while defending his country....

...He survived,
the worse...
a head injury.

Did he give up...
...lie...

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Perhaps I’m facing pogonophobes? 
Apparently wore the wrong face.
Age-hardened wiry wisps forge 
post-pubescent platemail -
protect strangers
from my truest fleshy pores, protect me 
from the xenophobes of the Winter Conference. 

It’s all pitching and coffee breaks 
In a hall too grand for these meager mergers
Silent hecklers...

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It is the evening I have waited for, 
stiletto heels three inches high adorned my feet,
real nylons hung from garters beneath a
skin tight, leather skirt of maraschino cherry-red.
A blouse of white silk, with a cascade of ruffles,
played peek-a-boo with my décolletage.
Outdoors, the rain pounded the...

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I brew sunsets in teapots
I drink the dawn from a mug
and in my bicycle basket I have seduction in a jug
so now and then I take someone clean shaven home to my obliging bed
when I guess I should sit quietly pristine, 
with my legs crossed...

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Not a true Choka...but uses a 5,7,7,5,7,7 format 
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Chill, steaming vapour;           
Silence over pale water;           
Faded, thin wisps of ribboned 
 Pink...

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A wind, sharp and cold
Leaves the trees shaven,
Of such colors bold
Yet, in my mind are graven

Come November days
Less sunlight remains, 
Where it stayed and plays
Filtering, as it drains

Through amber waves
Leaving my heart warm,
In my memory saves
Before the first snowstorm 

Be it white by morning 
No...

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My Marie, wasted so much time watching
Sat behind your image, I always wondered
Type me another picture, so I can look inside your head
Reach the final thread

When all the words are said and done
And times we have no longer fun
Please remember how it all begun
Cause no...

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shaven upstart girl
tongue moving around,quivers
lipping her essence...

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There are those who heedlessly follow the crowd
There are also a few who singularly continually do not
Some of these do it to be different, while some just are
They dance to their own voice, hear a different drummer
It is not at all easy to be different,...

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