Best Squinted Poems

'Twas a sound I thought alarming, most assuredly disarming;
Up I rose from peaceful slumber to discern what it might be.
While my candle flickered, wavered; whilst my heartbeat halted, quavered,
At my window I was favoured by it sounding, dreadfully-
In the darkness loudly pounding- drawing nearer, dreadfully
As...

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My neck crooked backward,
I stand between the stacks
feeling the weight of centuries, 
the distilled wisdom of minds
who graced the earth with golden words,
words that pace the pages -
vellum, parchment, fine and common papers;
words, cordoned in lines, confined,
yet powerful tools to set one free, 
a roamer...

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She was a grand piano: grand in structure, grand in beauty, grand in quality 
of sound. She had captured the heart of every pianist who had come to play in 
the great hall. Once they touched her keys…they fell in love with the 
celestial sounds...

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The photos stopped 
when you were 10 or 11.
Around that time, you started refusing to 
have your pictures taken.
A few candid shots are all I’ve 
managed since then.
In them, the look on your face is growing inward, 
as a cocoon slowly encloses you in a...

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Peeking through my corner bedroom window

playing hide and seek

 the ocean's breath pushes through

the semitransparent white curtains 

allowing the sun to shine and smile

upon my half-opened squinted eye.

I close my eyes and try to dream

dream of that night

dream of you and me

that star filled summer...

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Trembling in the silence of a fresh snowfall, awaiting the struggle of laughter and tears, the beautiful that comes from stars shadowed by flakes so gentle they seem to speak silence into the spirit – like the voice of a vision, preaching peace ~ quote...

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She was a grand piano: grand in structure, grand in beauty, grand in quality 
of sound. She had captured the heart of every pianist who had come to play in 
the great hall. Once they touched her keys…they fell in love with the 
celestial sounds...

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With wistful EYES I watched him RISE;  the dawning sun
Aloft, he TREAD, golden wings SPREAD, and day had begun
Above the GLADE, he was robed in a SHADE of palest pink
I wrote a RHYME before the drying TIME of my indigo ink

My eyes SQUINTED to...

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Daybreak in a foreign land

Sights so bright

Drenched in history

The sun sparkling through the morning mist

 Vision blurred by squinted eyes

A silhouette draping a wooden bench

The baby sparrow hungrily cries

Walk right past she looks at me

Was she the one from my dream

I stare right back to...

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A field trip to the new History Museum sounded like fun.
We boarded the bus as soon as the school day had begun.
I was excited, thinking seeing dinosaurs would be as cool
as Jurassic Park movies where the scary T Rex held rule.

I wandered off after eating...

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A Quiet Conversation In Church

Someone behind me stifled a cough
Turning around, the stranger nodded back
In the dim light
I made out a determined jaw
Felt thick fingers holding on to the back of my pew
I’ve been coming here for years he said
During weekday afternoons
When the Church is...

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Relishing a dream of voyage;
though the sky lit by the glory of rays,
my eyes squinted at the ray
fluttering my lashes says,
not now,don't wake me now.

Impeccable sunlight splattering
on to the window
making a tiny purslane buds to grow.
In a fantasy,I say,
not now,don't wake me now.

Beads of morning...

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There is a View

There is a view, slightly obscured,
by tilted head and squinted eyes
sad hazy tint of things abhorred
tears unshed when a flower dies
long shadows cast
on future’s past.

Grief’s sight will clear, it’s heart endure
high in the scented pines faint cries
incite the frozen hawk, restore
dead gaze,...

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The unknown pulchritude of my fun-loving, in-your-face cousin crashed down on me.

In an unexpected revelation, inspired by others, without any conscious warning.

When eight of my preteen friends began preening in front of him, unabashed, all eight swarming.

They were sucking in their tummies, and pushing out...

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They say ...
That babies don't smile
You were SO big when you were born - 11lbs 3ozs
And being VBAC, you had been through a lot in the birth canal

So you looked like a prize fighter after a heavyweight bout
Red and purple and bruised-looking, eyes squinted
You made...

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