Best Stanchion Poems

A vision through the haze of time and rhyme
a mirrored beauty, Helen sits and waits.
I see her through the window for it's late,
at dawn, I'll bring her death, for she's not mine.
As yet, the key's not turned in lock sublime,
and I will stand and wait...

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She grabbed at the quarter full pop bottle neck, 
cream soda from Marsh’s,
and held like a truncheon, in the harshest
of voices 
produced an otherworldly sound, GETOUT!!
“Give me a chance” and he stepped forward.
Stood aside her I moved towards 
“****ing try it” 
I’d never seen those...

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The Jackal's line of demarcation ye souls' furlough for interim...
Today, cockcrows perturb in a gala thrice for thee quiescent stay,
God's Park of Ephemera, sashays the daggled the minder harks,
a chest not in to rest, of dais edicts, cudgels so contagious; 
haughty wheels peddle rashly between...

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Where have all the cabooses gone,
Red slab sided, cupola, curved roof, 
Friendly stove pipe hat, every kids wish,
Moveable tree house clickety-clacking
Cozily rolling across America
Snappy visored cap, brass buttons
Blue coat, wind whipped leaning out
One hand on the stanchion
Waving an all clear lantern, nights shining arc
Then crack,...

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Where have all the cabooses gone,
Red slab sided, cupola, curved roof, 
Friendly stove pipe hat, every kids wish,
Moveable tree house clickety-clacking
Cozily rolling across America
Snappy visored cap, brass buttons
Blue coat, wind whipped leaning out
One hand on the stanchion
Waving an all clear lantern, nights shining arc
Then crack,...

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The revelations of winter pass now,
the captured moments of vertical strife,
the stanchion of paper white birch forests
rigid on the black scratch board of rocky hillock
soon, these markers of winter will be hidden.
The milky froth of frozen ground water with its
watery tresses falling in a downward...

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Prologue
 
Abandoned and in disrepair the mansion 
Is dark now; a story behind every stanchion.
An unwitting monument to a way of life,
Since foreclosed through bloody civil strife.

Antebellum

The hush of summer evenings cued the trilling
(Fiddled on hind legs accompanied by warty pouches)
Chorus; pierced only by the...

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The Brown Recluse, its pathway goes
Past radiator’s stanchion rows
On to the corner, up the wall
Across the ceiling then to fall
Upon my bed. But no one knows.

This silent killer never slows
When seeking prey, seeing all,
No soul sparing, and few recall
The Brown Recluse!

On some its horrid bite...

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Z apping a Beautiful Countess Doesn’t Ever Get Her

I n Juicy Kiss Lip Mode, No, Or Picking Que’s Roses. She Takes Useless Vows With X,Y,Z.

G ee, He In Jest Kids Lady May! Not Owning Prince Q’s Randy Stanchion ;) Tactfull..

U nderlings Vacillate Wildly! X, Y,...

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Who knew that we would find a way
To cool ourselves, that summer day
Bored with creating ways for fun
All simmering in the August sun

(Oh, but for a man-made stream!)

Gas lines prepped for installation
Workers ruining our vacation
Still, it was a thing to watch
Making bets on what they'd...

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Do you know where my heart goes?  
It moves in and out of me.  
I don't have the strength to put it aside, work on the other things in life I value and let it find its natural place.  
It longs to...

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Unfurled and draped
Clasped to rugged stanchion holds
Fiery colors so recently encased
Now blazon; presentation bold

Flap and flourish; draw attention…
Iconic salve for fickle folk
Most every other day, not even mentioned
But always at the ready, patriotism to invoke

Bright white astral bodies sail
Blood red bands contained by niveous stripes
Supposed...

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Round goes the spiral
looping the path.
Straight stand the stones
high in green grass.

Round goes the moat
circling the tor;
solitary stanchion saracens
high altars they bore.

Round goes the blood
red twining the past
tall stand the grave stones
memories n’er made to last.

Round goes the gate
in the churchyards mall
through walks the sacred
peacocks...

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Summer storm’s rampage
Disfigured the brilliant foliage
Making the green lush disruptive,
That was once attractive.
The most pleasant and serene site, 
Mutated in to poor and ugly sight

Despite all the worst,
Standing mightily amidst, 
Stanchion and stern, 
Like a champion.
A tough one, straight
And crocodile –barked,  
The replica of...

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A tramp steamer plies an ocean of fog. 
The Chief Bos’n makes a note in the log while the helmsman 
Strains to see beyond the wheel. 
The ship’s Captain leaves the bridge with a groan. 
It’s his preference to be dining alone in his cabin,...

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