Best Skyways Poems

Temps are freezing, but the locals 
Do not care a whit.
They leave their jackets at their desks 
And onward they do flit...

To coffee shops and...

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 Continued from Part 1

The orphans and widows lean into the breeze
watching horrified hangmen descend to their knees 
for the angel of mercy’s no longer...

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AWAKENING

Sleep and slumber, dreams of wonder... weaving,
morning’s vacuum broke the spell
Pitted pillow, note of parting... leaving,
“from your friend, a fond farewell”
Sunrise throbbing, twilight aching... grieving,
daydreams,...

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WE ARE POEMS

We are poems by design, 
clever rhythmic sounding rhymes. 

Doing exactly what we do,
lengthy wit or wise Haiku.

Sometimes we are homonyms 
or beautiful...

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IN THE SILENCE 

There is a longing in my being,
Someone nudging, also speaking, in the silence.

For ears truly listening, eyes that are watching, 
beyond the...

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Railway bridges broken
Close to Kennesaw
Dreamin drivin alternating patterns of nightfall

Transcendental clothesline
Draw another frame
Elevatin transitory wielders of disdain

Washed beside the azure fabric
Of mystery melted and dry
Preservation...

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As the day awakens
                     waving...

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Opulence is not flatulence especially in a house. And onion peel is very useful for persuading a plant to float in a prism. It is...

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Songs take voice in rampant whisper
'Pon the skyways of the Night,
Where truant Sun's no longer sway
O'er Moon's solitary reign...

As once again I durst there go,
To...

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‘Tis a land of forever night,
But ebony it is not.
The moons generously command the heavens
Shining ever so bright.
The brightest of all pure-blue
Moonlight.

The trio of grand...

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What might it be that it is not?

That you may think it

It shall become.

To this truck 

A tin-can life be tied;

Riding byways, flying skyways

Painting scars...

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Moon standing in the dark edge
Of the skyways
Like a shameless whore
Waiting for someone
To be swept by love and lust
Falls her tender beauty
On my bathtub filled...

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Flowers of stars are on the skyways
Dazzling on the moonlight's river,
You are in autumnal night
Weaving garland of love,
Poem on its ways
Storing the life
Of poets
Earth to
Sky


17.10.2020...

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Deep in the village, far from city's charm and gleam,
Primitive childhood days, with toys of mud we’d dream,
Swinging on tall tree branches, our airplanes up...

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