Best Slippered Poems

My Christmas tree in sparkling dress
stands in my window to impress.
She smiles at all the passersby.
She waves hello.  She is not shy.

She winks at...

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Her radiant beauty crested, wave ebbing,
summer shakes her flowing green free of cooling rains;
yet, stubbornly they linger, gathering
in misty gray garlands about her peaks.

Decay's first...

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All heaven's hosts rise early Autumn nights
A million stars a-twinkling merrily
The moon reflecting sun's diurnal light
Silhouetting lovers, snuggling cozily

My fireplace crackles, warming slippered toes 
A...

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"SUPERSTAR"


You’re a diamond
Superstar
wonderful 
dancing barefoot
Godiva
riding bareback
ocean rides

Stand, lift your heart 
up in your hands,
the World’s your everlasting
Shining Shrine
Ultra cool shooting Sunbeam
Zephyr in your own
BLUE SKIES

Daisy...

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a day’s diary
   turns to unwritten pages….
       a new sun rises

from smoldering dark,
   a...

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The clouds drape low, 
shrugging blue mountain shoulders,
melding with ghostly river mist
ascending in specterous vapor trails
salted with primordial tears.

Between stately mottled sycamores 
and aged medicinal...

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In old fuzzy slippers, she makes her children's lunches
wondering and worrying if her husband has any hunches
of where she goes or what she does while...

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Evening has quietly tiptoed away on slippered feet
Houses up and down the street are silhouettes

A garden looks white- washed in moonlight, 
And the faint sound...

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Marching out of the cloaked shires
Of landowners, stockbrokers, 
Hereditary Peers, and ruddy faced 
Squires:
A vast multitude of many varied 
Tribes.
Amassing in the great cities, where,
Inhabiting...

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Into my mind, a muse is wont to slip.
Capriciously she comes to visit me.
She brings exotic wine that I might sip.
I then reanimate with poetry.

She...

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Imperative to see what fits familiar feet
with slippered glass and sand blown memories
of times which swift occurred then swept away
the remnants of a luscious perfect...

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Rog the funambulist 



A paragon was Rog, heroic in the air, without airs
One of the most magnificent funambulists at ease
Whether walking a rope or flying...

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Evening tiptoes away on slippered feet
Houses up and down the street are silhouettes
The faint sound of a train whistles through the air
   ...

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With the unlikely proposition that winter would end
	green tips took

form

             beneath the softening...

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ON THE TOUR BUS IN SAN  MAR-ANDORRA-STEIN


“We are older than  your George Washington;
We have  the tallest fields of cotton
West of the Volga;...

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