Best Squeezes Poems

They sit in silence at the table
Eating their evening meal
He gently wipes the food from her face
This life they now live still feels so surreal

She...

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The difference in saying you,
a great big unseen pointed finger, or we.
I didn’t know. Some figurines
wave while others scrutinize with wizened eyes.
The analytic panics, hairs...

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Inspired by Edvard Munch's oil on canvas painting - Ashes (1894) 


The fire of passion between us has burned itself out, 
These woods taunt us...

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I wish I were an angel
To flood your world with my light
To hold, comfort and cheer you
All through long lonely night

I wish I were a...

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The cat rules our house, and she has us well trained:
We jump at the sound of her slightest complaint.
The day starts at six when I...

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I haven’t been here for many many years. Finally I took the plunge to revisit my childhood haunts. I approach your deserted dilapidated old house...

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“Momma… what are those lights up there?”
“Those are salmon fish, glistening in the sky…”

…

She begs to understand your fears, your passions, your pursuits
She is down...

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They sit out on the front porch,
with the grand-kids running  bout
As they rock back and forth,
they're still in love without a doubt
Many years they've...

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Under the canopy of the pine trees we lay -
       from the poem 'Under the canopy of pine trees...

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I crawl into a cave called myself.
It’s dry and dusty, cobwebbed.
So afraid to be, alone in the dark,
“Who am I,” is my cry.

Then Trixie’s best...

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The slap of sneakers on concrete,
Fill my ears with hollow sound;
Like my heart it has a beat,
Steady thumps against the ground.
My eyes are wide, to...

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City streets spew fire on sunburnt July day.
Dabbing sweat from brow, I meld into paved sea. 
Mick cries out "Angie" from quaint corner café;
slowing steps,...

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......for Clark



Thoughts are more sure-footed at
Low tide, those he meets along the way
Are often stationary....sometimes stuck,
With a helpful curse, a hand reaches out,
Feigns retreat, chuckles...

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The truth 
It will destroy you
An August day
While you sweep up
rose petals 
On our Sun drenched
porch
You look at me from
under heavy lashes
And say it's ok
You...

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If you would like to have your limerick(s) posted, soup mail them to me.

Ms. Rude is still writing her snide remarks
She sounds like a mad...

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