Best Shears Poems

I'll bet this set of rusty shears have a story they could tell,
of the loneliness and broken backs in a land that's hot as hell,
where...

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Scarlett thought she was promised permanent security. 
Satchels of resilience bound her fragile wrists. 
Woodland deities hailed her.
Underworld demons feared her.
The curious townsfolk simply stood...

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The distance between us is like a pencil line drawn on a page
like steam in air

like the drop of water that captures in its soul...

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Yesterday with its yearnings and sorrow
With shadows and sunbeams at length;
Have gone where the fears of tomorrow
Took a man whose conceit was his strength.

His transient...

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I have a theory to test
I always thought scissors was best
When I throw scissors down
A rock comes around
I should have done paper I guess

Next time...

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Minter Bridge Road to Burkhalter Lane
Alpaca farms dot the hilly terrain, baby llamas
Wear thick curly fur, until the shears come
They look really funny when the...

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One Sunday afternoon in spring,
i was tending my garden,
trimming and watering the roses,
when he first passed by.
I remember standing up to break the ache,
and as...

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I am a brown and yellow daisy, called a black-eyed Susan, my name is Daisy
I wake up early every morning and open my velvety petals...

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O, beauty, blooming late under summer sun, 
unrestrained crape myrtle, indeed you are one
species I will allow blest freedom to run
in wild abandonment.

You alone grace...

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Enchanted was I with a cloying scent...
whiffs of wild magnolia
mingled with the woodsy tang
of her lemon verbena perfuming the air
Like Samson's strength, the sun's threads...

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On high-back benches
weary shoppers clutch their parcels
and slump.
Wrapped in a yellow green haze
Van Buren station sleeps
beneath Chicago's vibrant streets.

Outside, on wood-plank platform
we drink-in the coffee...

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Grey clumper
Our old grey clumper horse,
 bit by brown snake, bad egg,
The horse stood on him, snake struck a leg,
Grey had him pinned, stomped snake...

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“Billy Shears” was a pseudonym for Ringo.
He was the drummer for the Fab Four as you would know.
The Sergeant Pepper album for this group went...

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Face Down 

Fragile, this existence,
love...
parading by-

As days count and storm clouds rise...
Beneath me on the pavement 
lie the shards
of what I once was, what could...

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He finds himself among the dead,
the moving parts
of armored columns,
His hands are guns
his eyes are guns
His mind a weapon he points.

Drink raw vodka,
laugh and joke...

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