Best Sheaf Poems

Treading upon a thread so fine,
Finer than the strands of silken twine,
Ah, but we err in our belief,
For hair is but a protein sheaf,
A chain...

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(Base USO club, Zweibrucken, Germany, 1963)

Of a lazy afternoon, I sit
     propped up,
Bones aching, sorely tired from
    ...

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In homage to Mr Poe....


He dreamt a dream, 
a violent vignette 
a sorry scene, 
he could not forget

He rose from his rest
and bolted the bed,
but...

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Sweet lady, combination of silliness and laughter,
all wrapped up in one sweet sheaf.
Amusing limericks, she is definitely a master,
so talented, watching in disbelief.

Dulcet stories about...

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We warrior poets
calligraphy ride boldly into the foggy fray
Our ancient, iron-will pens
are always getting battle-tested
time and time again     by cloudy blot...

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Every year our community gets together at the annual church fair. This year they have changed the format with some new events and dropping some...

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Now Israel loved Joseph more, a son of his old age.
He made for him a splendid coat; his brothers were enraged.
They scarce could civil speak...

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With stretched brows, while sitting in a corner
I look up from my specs just out of love.
As she lays food on table and stoops lower
Snipes...

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I saw a tap-dancer with
Squirming sheaf of vigor
Toes tapping as if dancing.
Is he hoping for a rendezvous?
His Dachshund-clan romance?
Prancing around like ponies
With gentle nose, silent...

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I sit and watch. 

Changes come so slowly. 
So, vigilance is required,
an attentiveness to minutia.
There are layers of wardings 
erected     ...

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A young girl stood at the school hall wall,
Some paper in her hand,
She shuffled her shoes while eyeing the views,
And the news on a notice...

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"Candy Girl" - 2



He had been watching her from the far end of the Ice Bar, where he was sitting propped up on an ice...

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What kind of day was it. Clean
the house. Notice the full moon.
Read a sheaf of old poems.
Listen to jazz tunes. Open mail.

Refuse to make of...

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Attack the clutter
In the attic pieces of life
And bits of me
So much clutter, sorting through
Old letters flutter
Unwanted, unread
Daring me to show I care
To reach through...

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In Japan the small is much revered, 
transformed within the womb of heart and mind
to grandeur never gained by those who fear
what is unseen, unsaid,...

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