Best Sidle Poems

Robins sing joyfully to the morning sun,

hidden behind the pale white summer flowers,

up in that old basswood tree out back

Splish splash splish 

 sounds of...

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My grandfather on my father’s side, was a pecker-toothed sidle who raped his 
daughter when she was just ten. He threw down vodka from an...

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Your smile was one of innocence before you looked away.
Was that a bit of fear in your eyes as you looked away?

For a month you...

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thoughts
spiraling
like this snow
in the lash
of december's
bitter breath

downcast eyes
watching
the leaves
gathered
at your grave
laden in white
as they admit
defeat

i struggle
to breathe
in this air
as it kisses
back
with
death's lips

knocked
on my knees
oppressed
memories
waft
in the...

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A gust of icy air blasts 
the cold into my bones,
tugging at my knees with 
hollow, aspirating groans,

making numb my cheeks, 
whirling 'round my waist;
pulling...

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"The Messenger"

Love is rich with 
venom and honey. 

there was a female ...

snake, 
it watched 
with green-eyed 
avarice, covetting
a dove’s nest

the dove, 
was white as...

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PROLOGUE

Umpteen billion years
Big Bang, supernova, gas
Brief eclipse of time

Gases swirling, fall
Sun and planets, water, goo
Brief eclipse of time

Another billion
life, amoeba, fishes swim
Brief eclipse of time

Movement,...

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The Allegory of the Cage

I have not written much of late;
I toil in my hamster wheel.
While ev'ry sage of ev'ry age
Will gape with wonder at...

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I frown into the mirror.
What happened?
Yesterday, we were newlyweds.”

"Fifty  years ago," he says.
“You lost half a century.” 
There's my husband, slouching
in the recliner, thinning...

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With notes shredding ears homicidal,
contestants squawk madly to sidle
despite what they lack
they keep flocking back
to die on American Idol....

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Bird around the bay of white and swoops aloft the air
Descends upon the deck and lays a top a chair
Dear bird me thinks I leave...

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A day in June.
Tuesday.
Week’s worst day!
Twenty to five.

A wintry sun,
Low in the sky,
Casts long shadows,
Emits no warmth.

I’m in a dorp
With tired shops,
Bank and church,
GPO and...

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I suppose that nearly every town has its share of self-appointed snobs,
A few old crabs and the usual crowd of ordinary Bills, Jills and Bobs.
In...

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Maybe, if everyone behaves themselves,
If the snowpack is deep and thick around elm and maple,
And the tourists didn't stay away for lack of snow.
If the...

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flotsam, jetsam days

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