Best Stalky Poems

Golden Iris tall and stalky and bold,
Like a spring church choir you sing your song.
And waltz gently in a morning breeze,
Just as gently, soon you leave.
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Zephyrus, mighty God of wind,  slips over western slopes

to nudge the winter, in quick adieu, ..unfurled against the blue.

He is husband of Khloris, a goddess of the green

He is father of the fruited vine, and all the fruited trees

which bend and bow to every...

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Beneath the opal passage of the morning
I surrender to my gaze, and I am thrilled
Where the cattle graze upon the hills
The grass is wet and chilled by morning dew

Under haze and clouds, and glow of rising sun
Among the fragrant flowers growing wild
I will try my...

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Stalky lupines add a purple fringe
to rugs beneath the lodgepole pine
In tall cool grass, where deer have been
the sun slides down between the limbs 

The blue wild flax,  on slender stems
will bend and bow to every breeze
And sulphured bands of wild buckwheat
in wild array,...

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Well I went to the movies,
To see Beauty and Beast, in 3D.
And before I even sat down,
Belle truely shocked me.

There she was in person,
But the kids just walked on by,
Ushered by their parents,
I began to wonder why.

So I looked a little closer,
And it didn't take...

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Smooth, effervescent glowing skin
Free of blemish and blighting toxin
Undulating curves of glossy satin
Red cloak shrouds comely Saracen

At the core a being of fibrous substance
From stem to sternum burgeoning affluence
Delicately woven fabric with scintillating elegance
At close quarters emanating a sweet fragrance.

A free-flowing stem signaled detachment
A stalky...

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I gaze a stalky single-helix cradle,
Squished so in seemingly hydrous blue cover,
Attracts square substantial planes in a bundle.

I embrace now feather's mass helve to ladle
Psychic portraits siphon to it in wander.
My fist fiddles as it scribbles on oodles.

Cuts of a suckling tree, soil, river fondle
Paper,...

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Oh yeah if you’re a fisherman,
and you’re rung up by a mate,
there’s always time to put down tools
with no need to contemplate,
‘cause fishing has that magic draw
to take you to your peak -
and evening is always best
to fish in the ‘Labi’ creek.

So ‘Stalky’ Bill knocks...

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The tree branch crossing needles.
Bushy with white rays.
Perched, an angel topside.
Glowing to the gaze.

Ornaments of glass.
Pressed transparent shapes.
Strings that dangle, spin.
Memories in napes.

Skirt below the tree.
Draped and lapped and snug.
Packages on top.
Hovering the rug.

Light bulbs glowing bright.
Bulbs of shiny glass.
Currents flowing faster.
Still to eyes that...

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The Seven Dwarfs of Facebook

By Elton Camp

Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it’s off to Facebook they go
Each dwarf represents a type of person you know

Lonely the truth about himself does hide
How little is in his life others mustn’t decide

*****y acts that way, himself to protect
So that hurtful interaction...

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My EarthMom used to stand easy
at our kitchen sink,
looking out across our fertile backyard
vegetable garden,

Rising from humbly short
but brilliantly red/green
bodhisattva radishes
inside white but spicy,
not the least bit sweet privileged
with vanilla nonperformance,

To the back soldier rows
of sweaty yellow corn,
husky green
and stalky tall
militaristic Northern erections
toward seductive southern...

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My home is confinement
trapped within a metal wall
it has been six years now
since I first took my fall
I now shower naked
with all cell block b
many other unfortunate men
of all different criminal breeds
my space is with another
a short stalky man from the south
he smells like peanut...

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The fly
          buzzes
              over my bed
Spawns 
           her eggs
On a white loaf of...

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brown cows mow the dell
  stalky egrets pick up ticks
     busily quiet...

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Mallards sleepily dabble
in a smudge of water.
Then an emerging sun flares 
from its coatless face.
Like dipping ducks,
muddy shadows dive
under mounds of stalky flotsam.
Vista’s crack open
their levees of light....

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