Best Shavings Poems

On a walk after the worst of the Sandy storm
I slogged down the still dampening
Green grass valley rutted between
The moldering fences of the shadowed alley....

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Trembling in the silence of a fresh snowfall, awaiting the struggle of laughter and tears, the beautiful that comes from stars shadowed by flakes so...

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With no toilet seats carelessly left propped up
Oh, now I can be such a comfortable pup
Please take your Playboys straight out that open door
Then shut...

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Forgive my fatigued fingers as they get lost in the calligraphy of your curvature,
Outlining a hypnotic silhouette so provocative that my sinful glances feel forbidden;
Remind...

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Guided by the writer's hand
it skates across page after page,
in complete abandon, 
relishing the journey.

A short visit now and then 
to the cut of the...

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Giving's being charitable;
Giving openhanded;
Generous and benevolent;
Just and generous;
Bountiful, mean;
                ...

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Steel Gray skies with threatening rain and restless wind
My breath gathers as mist on the inside of the window pane
...as I watched for the school...

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Particles of minds
	  Souls
                 Hearts
	  Lives
Descend like...

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Oh, latest iPad, may I hang thee,
From the nearest garden tree!

A Grinch, thou art and nothing more.
Causing me, endless problems galore!

As always, Safari is to...

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Rhythms of Glass

These shards of you
Broken from the whole crystal you
Glittering razors
Of soft defenseless
Leave me begging their wounds
To pierce me more

Each slithers delicate reflection
Holds you
With...

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Crocheting needles waved her fingers from a self-disclosed mind

Texture and pattern set lines like predictive text and autocorrect

Wool over her eyes would know how to...

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Can you recall being in school?
The clock, whose hands, never seemed to move!

The scent of fresh pencil shavings, m-m-m.
A box of new crayons to not...

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Lamet!

is what she hears first
him, screaming her second name
as he descends upon her
no time to process
gravity
a thud, tearing her core to shavings
Maiweeeee! She is puzzled.

His...

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   Aided by the wind, 
entities take flight like prismatic colors- 
talismanning chanced direction 
"of...

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The shuffling of feet scattered in the hallways,
Wooden and metal desk and yellow pencil shavings,
The bell sounds when each class ends

I hear laughter,
I see unfamiliar...

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