Best Snips Poems

I remember that valley, Samson.
I warned you then—I don’t like cocky-boys, 
so you worked in that right amount of modesty. 
And those sturdy looks could...

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The fear
In here ..
                  The chair
  ...

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On the Potter's wheel
I am clay - 
sticky, messy red clay,
being kneaded like bread,
'till pliable.
In firm but gentle hands
the Potter molds and shapes me into
a...

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"Memory is man's greatest friend and worst enemy."
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Memories: Friend and Foe, 
collaboration with Lin Lane

"Memory is man's greatest friend and worst enemy."
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WHIMSY in the dictionary is a word
that’s often silly and absurd
it’s magical and conjures such delight
as bewitching as a nymph or sprite
it’s quirky zany delicately...

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Oh you know the type—
the orchid woman

a cosmopolitan who cosmo sips
between snips of gist
her charisma a starship —collides
with your star-full eyes
supernova for Casanova
her pouty lips...

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The poison parrot is repulsed by me, hates my art, laughs at my poems.
sneers when I enter my imaginary world, pokes fun at it.
She throws...

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A few yellow leaves, diminutive bless.
         The subtle birth of Fall— my eyes impress.
   ...

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"Snips and snails
and puppy dog tails,
that's what little boys are made of.

Sugar and spice
and everything nice,
that's what little girls are made of."

But envious were boys.
So...

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I

I search myself within skeletons closeted sunshine
Sick from love laughing leers sick from tired lessons lesions clichés
Sick from smug smart snooty soldiers in a war...

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Quiet, the leaves drip from slender woody fingertips
as shadows cast spectral dreams that breath through misty lips.

In the deep the Sylvan rests against the hoary...

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The sword of hunger
snips the squeak 
of the intestine,
which is like a cry
of a new born baby,
from my stomach.

Chop! Chop!
All chefs!
To cook! To cook!
You must...

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I seem to keep punishing Bo my naughty Golden Retriever,
He sneaks and lurks and is suspicious with Rosie our sassy...

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Greetings, all you literary ghosts
haunting old reams like attentive hosts.
What secrets will you reveal tonight,
what magic wish will you bring to light?

Adventure appeals to every...

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