Best Slips Poems

Crystal winged hourglass flows muted gold sand
as time turns red dawn to pink dusk once more;
 life’s tapestry fades as years so expand 
but love in the heart gives youth to restore
when embraced with so much left to explore. 
 Crystal winged hourglass portrays such...

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“recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind,
               like breezes blown ..."
                 ...

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Peace slips lightly
Over my shoulders
Downy in its softness
Its netting of gossamer
Floats downward
As a willow's branches
Might brush fate
And touch the unknown
I stand with beauty
I hug airiness

Fire in distant trees
Burnished red and gold
Drop their leaves
One by one by one
Spaces fill knowingly
Like a precise jigsaw
Designed by eternity
Its pieces...

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“Slips the Blue Satine”



Desire bites 
a sonnet ripped 
where the voice projects
through glossy cherry bit lips
down a telephone line
wrapped around long legs

speaking soft words
welcoming you in like a quilled whip

Freedom bites
a too serious sonnet smiles
then progresses to apply
velveteen kisses where the lips 
tie a loose...

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Spring slips those neo-leaves on protuberance-limbs.
Youth is adorned with buds and flowering whims.

Poppies drench an infant’s eyes and awaken sleep.
Spiked trellis dreams sow garden-beard whims.

Blackbirds scatter like dandelion seeds in the wind.
How cleverly they remember your namesake whims.

First walking stick, unbridled from bark, boggled the...

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I remember yesterday
When I was young and free
The world was mine to conquer
And love was waiting for me
No dark clouds hovered o’er my head
I didn’t count the days
All was right in my little world
In so many little ways

But time slips away my friends
Cherish every day
We...

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I called my mother the other day- just to listen to her voice
She answered dear Steve – yes this is me- how are you this day
I said I was fine- it has been some time- I searched for more words to talk
She cantered a bit...

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an icicle
drip, drip, dripping away
slips of spring

sunlight gleams
winter garb cast aside
petticoats flash

rays of gold
glistening on the glen
flicks of foxtails

mewling mouths
nuzzle at their mother
come spring



[“petticoats” in this instance are meant to signify 
glistening white snow, hidden beneath gray snow banks, 
and exposed suddenly by early spring...

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It's another Sunday morning
Coffee's drunk and breakfast's down
The kitchen hearth's a bed of coals
And the cat is warm and round

There's dishes in the washer
And the day is gettin' on
It's not exactly coatless
But it seems the wind is gone

So we'll take a walk together
Down the dirt...

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An ocean swept attitude
with dream like visions
of bliss…but where is
the real happiness that
Is lost when reality…appears

As forsaken and neglected
hearts lie broken, as easy
as thin branches during
Winter’s cold, In the raging
battlefields of love.

Shaped and reshaped negatively,
mind-thoughts become ignorant
to a new found bliss not wanting
to believe that...

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Who buttons his lips
prevents his tongue's slips.

2017...

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To prove
this theory,
exceptions make a rule-
patriarchs seeking a father
figure....

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Rejection Slips 2

The Shape of Mourning
by Michael R. Burch
 
The shape of mourning
is an oiled creel
shining with unuse,
 
the bolt of cold steel
on a locker
shielding memory,

the monthly penance
of flowers,
the annual wake,
 
the face in the photograph
no longer dissolving under scrutiny,
becoming a keepsake,
 
the useless mower
lying...

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Rejection Slips 3

Rejection Slip
by Michael R. Burch

Whenever my writing gets rejected,
I always wonder how the rejecter got elected.
Are we exchanging at the same Bourse?
(Excepting present company, of course!)

When editors reject my poems, did I slip up, or did they? Is their slip showing, or is...

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REALITY SLIPS

my princess slipped
face down into a
shadow
stars fell down
from a crown
hallowed

my heart narrowed
absorbing bullet 
shells
nights of dark
moons absorbed
hell

a mind harrowed
in false realms
dwells
reality slips
losing grip
becoming
that
shell

sands of the infinite
seem sublime
and my shell
will 
decline



© Kim van Breda...

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