Best Spooled Poems

God’s country, a volcano who turned herself into a lovely lake 
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(9th grade love affair with a blind cream boy and a sweet voice finger stroke magic girl in the 60's, 
unfettered with a keen process of kissing vertical in the Clark hall, hoping to go   un-but ever noticed, but a feather in every...

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I love her limpid, clear blue-eyes
      and her long, yellow tresses;
wise, and with grace that never dies
      or wavers, she blesses.

Behind those intelligent eyes,
      she ponders, thinks, and listens;
as I...

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my chantilly heart
spooled by your burlap embrace --
simple blessings twine...

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she is alabaster and brine
she is a faster lairs line
unwind her spooled mind
memory a keepsake in hand conquers a trinket lost
eat mandrake to the root but what the cost
unspoiled her thoughts broil in her head
steam from every seam
salty her groin but she declines the offered...

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This is a monument.

It was born from us a town illegitimate; we never married.
 A great hall of artifacts, plucked still-gunked from our livers,
Others clean-picked from our birdy bones.
 Over there you had loved me, there I spooled my sobs.
Here, the streetcar - windows fogged...

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A boy sits on house steps (cement arid)
    removing the crust from his egg salad sandwich
sparrows snatch the broken morsels he throws at them
laced bonds like a companionship weave
    a shield from solitude

He savours the egg salad his mother...

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The last hour lies down
in mid-winter’s gully      
a frosted string of light 
spooled into dark 
stitched into fantasy

Flying birds gather the city
in their wings
Ah, to love birds and their flights 
to love the moon’s obsession 
to love the softness of...

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II. Paralysis U[sic]

Shy one, shy one,
Shy one of my heart,
She moves in the firelight
Pensively apart;

Linger now with me, thou Beauty,
On the sharp archaic shore.
Surely 'tis a wastrel's duty
And the gods could ask no more.
If thou lingerest when I linger,
If thou tread'st the stones I tread,
Thou...

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Gang violence has hit the cities and is often in the news
In hate and anger they are schooled
We had our own gang when I was just a kid
In the days when my gang ruled

We rode together on our bicycles 
Our bikes were finely tooled
And we...

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the orchestra played full volume in the theatre of her mind

thoughts and emotions vied for undisturbed attention but

her misplaced applause failed to settle restless blind screens

decoupages tapestries and fabrications of her imagination

whole movies and symphonies arranged on fast auto replay

spooled forward and backward until vision...

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Trapped inside a wasteland,
dying inch by inch

Slave inside a rusted heart,
feelings chained then lynched

Later now than yesterday,
earlier than goodbye

Spooled like thread that can’t be sewn,
the needle asking why

But time contorts, reversing,
trumpets call you home

Eyes unspoken, voice untouched,
senses all atoned

Words on fire with freedom stirred,
reasons scorched...

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Trapped inside a nightmare,
  dying inch by inch

Slave inside a rusted heart,
  feelings chained then lynched

Later now than yesterday,
  earlier than goodbye

Spooled like thread that can’t be sewn,
  the needle asking why

But time contorts, reversing,
  trumpets call you home

Eyes unspoken,...

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Trapped inside a wasteland,
dying inch by inch

Slave inside a rusted heart,
feelings chained then lynched

Later now than yesterday,
earlier than goodbye

Spooled like thread that can’t be sewn,
the needle asking why

But time contorts, reversing,
trumpets call you home

Eyes unspoken, voice untouched,
senses all atoned

Words on fire with freedom stirred,
reasons scorched...

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A sun encounters a probing of it,
course a bargain at a remote lea.
Jilt Thistles yields to breeze that never quit,
brush forces the stately Yellow Daisies
dressed, and clips wispy tall grass they'd cornered.
Giving Geraniums, lil' fuss yet mild,
errant gust o'er feral terrain, murmured
along roads of spooled...

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