Best Sleeved Poems

hanging in the air
humidity’s heaviness . . .
the river’s slow crawl


On the Mississippi lies the beautiful little city where I once lived. How many times I trudged up inclined streets; or leaning forward, red-faced and panting, pressed up slopes with all my might, feet on...

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When February feels like May
And skies are blue instead of gray,
We flock outdoors, but do not know
Which way our clothing needs to go.

Winter jacket? Much too warm;
Lots of beads of sweat will form.
Sweater? Sweatshirt? Poncho? Fleece?
Doubts won’t let me leave in peace.

Short-sleeved shirt and if...

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Burlap and Satin


He labors in the field 'neath blazing sun
   below a sky of blue with clouds of white;
      his wagon and his farming tools at hand.
         With burlap hat...

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Depression by my side, anxiety is there too
I speak on subjects that most people are scared to
I won't apologize for speaking on the pain that I've felt
I'm just learning to love myself

It all started on March 2nd 1992 the day I was born
Was the storm...

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Someone help me please, 
I feel so lost,
The snow is deep, 
The streets are dark,
Unfriendly people 
Come at a cost,
I left my red scarf 
As a mark,
It’s gone,
But so sleepy, thought,
I’d have a nap,
Last I remember,
Is my yawn!
Has been a busy night, 
Santa and Rudolph...

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There it stands, desolate and alone
That roofless shell where the winds
Still whisper of the past
When  scampering children's squeals
 And wheeling seabirds' cries
Rose thinly through the air.
A thatched croft  from which a healthy living was scraped
A shirt-sleeved man, braces showing,
 Bald pate bunneted against...

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"Between the Hours"



If I had stopped to search 
your page, again…
decoded somehow
what you had written

Between the hours

Surreal a.m. 
3.33
I would have lost the time 
to write you into my own story

The Dream

Strip searched against that Wall
where transparent 
stands a ghost 
in blue neon glow

Floats towards...

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I have seen them stand outside my door,
pleading mother to help stage their show,
on our verandah with stony floor,
tattered clothes, hungry child, wife on tow!
 
dusty robes speak of miles he walked,
two woven baskets on wooden yoke,
usual wares with which he embarked,
a venomous trade to...

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Trapped in a sinuous labyrinth,
I run down twisting corridors of well-trodden soil,
flanked on each side 
by bushes twice my height!
I go left; I go right;
turning left again, I hit a wall.
For hours I have been inside here running.
Panic is swallowing my soul,
for I am horribly
horribly
lost.

Overcome...

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 From the moment we met
he'd treated me like a princess
I was young and naive
flattered by his attention,
misinterpreting it as a forever love
 
Mum took an instant dislike to him
She said he was like a chameleon
and I should be wary of his dark side
but I...

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December 14, 2012

Little pink coat, Mommy holding 
little pink hand, the firehouse
must have seemed a marathon away,
the longest run of their lives.

Skedaddle little pink coat,
miniature uggs flopping,
one size up so they’ll 
fit next year.

Nametags sewn in elfin collars, 
forever suspended mitten-
sleeved jackets 
in a Sandy...

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I watched, fascinated, as the tall lone boy
in line to ride the Scrambler
stuffed handfuls of peanuts in his mouth.
This was the same boy I had spied just an hour ago
further down the way
where thirteen seemingly ravenous, foolish people 
bent their heads to plates, and with...

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When I fell I had no one to help me up
I was laughed at, Bullied and kicked while I was down
Alcohol was too important to my parents for them to be around
Someone give me a hug before I self destruct

Forced to go through the storm...

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STRAWBERRY SWEET 
Strawberry scent 
At the picnic place
Late in the afternoon
Birds singing up in the trees
With the joy of spring season`

The basket half empty all the pies gone
Red wine from one glass, but we had two
Leaning on the tree buck 
She lay on my lap
Pen...

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A man who lacks a sleep schedule.
In a home that houses not only him
But his very own mother
His daughter who comes equipped with
Her very own mother too

Honey girl rises with the sun and sets with the moon.
Daddy is her best friend.
Somehow, he is always there...

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