Best Shuffling Poems

Swept up into piles; everywhere 
Abouts; in collected heaps all 
Around.              ...

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I recall a dirty sidewalk
running in front of grandma's house
with bumps and cracks from the roots
of ancient white oaks

Meandering down to the levee
with cane poles...

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Nobody observes her leaving her room
wearing just her nightdress and red felt carpet slippers
Shuffling silently she slips out of the front door onto the street
Rivulets...

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In those bleak fields that so quietly lie - stilled as graves,
Between where the thin wind creaks and upwardly heaves,
Unseen feet can sometimes be heard...

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8. Transformation

Yielding to those who have mastered the art
Of grasping one's place in existence's grand scheme
Life’s constant challenges never depart
But humble diligence will grow the...

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Slipping into my silver-gray SUV
Nicknamed  " Sly Buster Cruiser”
I speed off down the rocky, off-highway road.
Twisting and reeling like my wired mind,
windows down, sunroof...

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She said, if I correctly recall,                  
That, for...

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May the first is traditionally the beginning of Spring
St Joseph is their patron saint this day to be 
the  only free day when no...

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Redeployed in an ugly skin
Pleated and spotted and grumpy within
What I call walking ,they call shuffling
I'm bending down to tie my shoe
While Im down here...

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Life
Spins
Shuffling
A playlist
Sequencing events
Encapsulating fierce lessons
Exuding a gentle breeze that conveys fear triumph
Savoring nectar sweetness brought with living each moment as first day of existence







For Life...

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Those rarer men I once fondly 
knew...                  ...

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Polka Dottie

When the up-tempo “Beer Barrel Polka” began
I grabbed sweet John’s arm, curtsied to my man

The Polish side of my family hit the floor
While my...

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Their eyes did set, foretaste the sweetest moon.
A chalice sip of mead, the lover’s moon.

Her reddest lips upon his lips in tune.
A chalice sip of...

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She sits alone
Shunned by those that rhyme
With sublime
Ridiculed by the raucous
And bellicose
For of all the words
It is said
She is the only one
That doesn’t rhyme
With anything.

She...

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The old house, built in 1895, was the best of weathered antiques having hugged North Rogers Street from days of horses to days of horse-powered...

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