Best Shins Poems

One spring day meandering in a meadow,
I saw a butterfly whose beauty matched that
of May's azure sky.
With blue silken wings like that of a fairy,
she flitted here and there -
aimlessly as butterflies seem wont to do.
Oh, to be that butterfly,
alighting on any pretty flower whose...

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There was a time when I was young
To share an era that begun
From music to the fashion trend
TV shows and history
Fads and other mysteries
I saw them all as time moved on

From classic pop to rock and roll
Bill Haley and the Elvis craze
And four years in...

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Tediously bored, Sir Drake
Prolonged afternoon of tea and cakes
Jam coats his chin with gooey paste
A beard of crumbs hangs from his face
His manner somewhat hard to grasp
Small fingers smother giddy laughs. 
.
To sup he’d need a tuning fork
to confound the smacks from lamb and pork.
Lanky...

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The Little Dog ( Scotty )

I’m only a small female
Little legs you see
The other two are huge
Males big pawed and hairy
Great tongues lolling
But they protect me
They are nice to me
I’m only small

The human is a giant !
If I look straight ahead
I can only see the...

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I remember the day,
You came into my life,
Making my heart feel a warmth,
That I've never felt before,Your beauty is unlike any other,
For it is like a beautiful painting,
It shins all the time,During the rain or shine,
Your beautiful words,Your beautiful smile,
Your wonderful personality,
Just everything about you,
Makes...

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Slight twitching of the toes
A shudder of the shins
The knocking of the knees
Is where it all begins

Vibration of the thighs
Through years of cellulite
Swinging of the hips
As it makes it's little trip

Grumbling of the belly
Way deep down inside
Till it moves up to the chest
To the thump...

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Hate,
You came to me
When I was a child

I don’t want you to
Be near me
Ever again


It was during WW2
Japan ruled
Koreans obeyed

One day 
Mother came home
With tears in her eyes
Her voice filled with bitterness

A Japanese soldier kicker her
With his heavy boots
In a busy street
Where everyone was watching

Watching...

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I opened the rusted iron gateway
bound in chain and wire, to find a landing
caked in muddied footprints, scattered about like roaches
Magpie shadows course the rain soaked streets
and puddle patterns reflect temptation as light flickers
from second floor moan filled parlors, painted nails scratching

Navigating the fog entrenched...

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Like a welcome Summer rain, humor may suddenly
cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.
—Langston Hughes

RAINING IN SUMMER

  The little teapot leaned over, steam pours out,
sizzles on the pavement. Trickles, sprinkles,
  waters the subsidiary gardens that sprout -
those pointed out by a...

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Selected by the swift sound of hand to shoulder blade,
The bells upon their ankles sounded like seven trumpets
to me. I had been a chosen sheep among the Shepherd’s flock.
Lead me my Pharisees, I wish to see feel the glee in following
the Lamb within me.

The weight...

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Hair like the beautiful brown bark on a tree,
but soft like the wind and the clouds.

Eyes shining and sparkling like the light reflecting off rippling water,
and so very deep like the oceans.

Nose, not like a branch, but there.
Out of the way like the sun is...

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I worked in a bowlin' place settin' pins,

Tryin' not to let a ball break my shins!

In those days of yore, pins were set by hand,

And you had to hustle to beat the band!

I was around fourteen when I was hired,

And was around fourteen when I...

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The Banyan Tree

I the Atlas carry a home 
My master strong for his
Children seven had built.
Shorts and skirts 
Thunder up my shoulders,
All hell let lose,
With their galloping horse-hooves,
Ride up the stairs full a twenty.
Doomsday be here
While they make a merry!
Platoons of ghosts, 
Burst through the...

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Hope and…a father is could be 

Against all odds and expectations
so many rules and norms and
clever theories society’s demands
cultures and conventions there is
no magic wand no miracle solution

I throw you high up in the air
and catch the giggled strength
and heartfelt laughter companionship
rising high in motion...

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why do we women wear high heels
even if it feels like walking on spikes of steel
balancing self and vanity on a pointy stump
women everywhere—young, old, slight or plump
to demands of beauty and conformity, we all do kneel

those capricious stilettos, so shiny but sinister
often leave a...

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