Best Snags Poems

With Your Voice I Sail

		My voice 
		    may stumble, failing
 			a clear path to trace but 
			    your smiling voice always steers me
			         clear of snags and boulders and, as I...

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On a path laid as a snake,
Trodden down a winding wake,
Curls and slithers into night,
To thrones of ever-dimming light;
I hold still and gripped with feeling
In a mist that wraps concealing,
And I glimpse her flicker by
From the corner of my eye.

Heartless granite fissures break
At prayers to...

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I love a sunburnt Aussie bloke, with great big, muscled arms,
His rugged well-built shoulders, and face with all its charms.
I love his thongs and singlet too, and stubby shorts you see,
His beer gut proudly hanging out, he is the one for me,
I love his Aussie...

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tap of nails, slide wood, pull drapes 
stains loiter in round mug shapes

water sipped, books stack, words leap
hush wizened pages, neighbors sleep 

journals, confessionals, down or up
old cartridge spills, pens horde in cup

shackled hands, lungs breathe, heart drums 
an empty tissue box, lamp hums

Try, stay...

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Am I forced to watch you leave again?
My hand is left holding empty air
hadn’t I just held you as we walked?
And now, there is need for repair.
For there is a stitch in my heartbeat,
it snags on something in my chest
another broken piece of myself
left trapped...

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It has come to my attention,
That all's not as it seems;
For people see things differently,
Describing the same scene.

Some may find the howling wind,
A mournful, restive cry,
While others may describe it,
As a peaceful lullaby.

Some people find the rain drops,
Upon their window pane,
Monotonous, annoying,
And dreary, cold the...

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Only on his veranda does he feel like the king of his castle
No better place to put up his feet and take stock
 
Much gratitude swells when he sits back with contentment
Years of dedication behind him, of planning and hard work
 
Voluptuous dreams both come...

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With speedy, gutsy ease
          her Irish father rolls up the front room rug
          Gaelic music lathers the air in merriment
Nelligen at 8, composed
    ...

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When I was a child in Los Angeles, you could size up groups approaching by watching their movements.

I remember this gang of older kids approaching me, watching them carefully while looking down to see if they would follow me as I cross over the other...

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Porridge is ploppy' broth is real thin.. 
However this true 'soup of poetry' fills things up to the brim..
I'll admit its sometimes murky... yet its flavours real strong...'
its long on warm welcomes to whoever jumps in'
It can be hot at the bottom and bubbly on...

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Here squats a Black Widow spider,
who sups a swig of sweet cider.
     He spies her there,
     scoots close to share
and sips the hot brew beside 'er.

She darts with aim to devour,
her size gives her lethal power.
 ...

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There’s a time-honoured stretch of a river
that’s a cog in the natural wheel
flowing longer than mans’…
time upon earth
and home for the blackfish and eel.

They say that the time of the crayfish
goes back to the dinosaurs’ day 
and rocks that are fighting…
the endless flow
ever slowly, have...

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(A Double Divine-form not include in your list) 

She digs into her pocket's hollow space
and snags a tissue, swipes her eyes.
Her fingers touch a bar,
a rich, dark treat.

She chooses dash as treasure's resting place
then cranks the key, gets a surprise
when heater in her car
melts hoarded...

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Land Is A Loom
I sailed the fiord like inlets between Powell River and Drury Inlet.
The land itself  spoke from mountains, torents, islet
From bird song and bear splashing fishers
From rutting moose and cougars sharp incisors.
The place has a scale that needs no advisers
But in our...

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I've been caught in a web of lies
As filthy as that beast crawling;
Along each thread, I wonder how
It flexes; does a lie retain it's shape
After stretching to the limit?
Or does it snap and free the prey?

Look closely at the silk
Do you not see that all...

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