Best Solo Poems

Another Sunday evening at the street-corner
next to the coffee parlour, overlooking the ocean
The solo pianist  with desert-lime eyes
sits once-again on the piano chair.
His hair,a...

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Alone atop a hill,
   an ornamental willow
             dances in the breeze.
Long...

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Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your...

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In glamor-light of sunset
a new crowd of cumulus clouds arrive
and revive a sepia sky-scene—
unworldly woolgatherers gather
spinning fantasy fluff into quixotic yarns
of debutantes dancing with honeymoon...

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It was quite a time
when with my mind you used to rhyme
and in the tune of my heart you sign.

That time was quite long
when I...

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Where Have All The Pretty Poets Gone? 

A real poet are you, charismatic over everything you serve
Showcasing, a rainbow that folds the perfect worldwide perspective
I'm...

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               A coloratura rises 
      ...

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A dead star that inspired this poem--the companion of the star 55 Cancri, in the constellation of Cancer the Crab--has now shrunk to only about...

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The rain outside plays games with the webs that cloud my mind,
I think I hear a tune. A drum solo that heralds memories buried deep
and...

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“Perching on a fencepost, the meadowlark calls in sweet trilling tones like a solo marimba.” L. Milton Hankins

The meadow lark happily sits along the fencepost...

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baby robins song
enjoying first solo flight
tracking mamas path...

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(Verse One)

My baby's a star, you know
She swims in a sea of suns
Giggles at my balmy puns
That's why I love her
Fits like a glove, her

My...

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Faith is not a blind belief
But a trust in something unseen
Faith is not a wishful thinking
But a hope in something real

Faith is not a passive...

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Cinnamon and apple fill the air 

Scent of Gram's famous pie

Warm fire roaring in the hall

Music turned up for all to hear

"Vivo per lei da...

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Not sure what it is
about this land
that grabs you
but I was grabbed
long ago.

Trip ends today,
last night I stayed up late, 
sipping remaining whisky
as the red...

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