Best Star Shaped Poems

O April
how I’ve longed for your return
to breathe new life 
into this gnarled body..
for these roots to be unfettered 
from the grasping earthen frost - 
the past season of fanged nor’easters gnashed 
me bare - leaving me mauled and dulled
alone with stiffened limbs 
lifted to...

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oh, let me tell you a twisted tale . . . 

of robin hood and a merry band of followers
but my story does not take place in folklore but in reality
todays story is of an archer, a person skilled with swords and words
skilled in disguise,...

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The day that followed . . . 

Blossomed blue, bright . . . beautiful
	Clouds towering into the heavens
	Wheeling white, wonderful . . . wordless

	
The clouds danced in the expanse
Rolling on a sea of silence
Sailing soft, supple . . . serene
		Saw nothing
		Cared nothing
		Floated away
	Alone  ....

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Christmas Eve and he worked late again.
As he trod through drifts of pristine snow,
he saw a bottle passed among homeless men.
Two months mortgage he did owe;
Fear of living on the street filled him with woe.

Shops had closed early;
except for Christmas lights his path was dark.
He...

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Cooper was a large and curious tiger, the bright star of a motley circus,
Always out of step with others; like erring moon, of dawn skies, citrus.

He was well fed and got lots of attention, like rave days of mist roses,
When silver moments tell true stories,...

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There is a mystery in the heavens. It is a very special story about the formation of the most delicate pieces of artwork that fall ever so daintily from the skies. This is the mystery of the snowflake. This is a mystery from God! 

Snowflakes...

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Alone together  

Seaside moments float
 atop a silent surf as whispers 
call from lonely tides
glistening in 
star shaped wishes
 and sandcastle dreams…

while our footprints,
two by two
create patterns of love,
woven white sand smiles
in heartbeat wanderings,
following us into the night…

as we slowly stroll 
beneath a marigold...

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The rugged bark of an old tree
with imperfection due to its cracks
is a wondrous thing of beauty
and it's the imperfection that attracts

We know that a star-shaped flower 
does not make a perfect star
Yet it has a certain loveliness
that induces a sense of wonder

A hand-crafted ceramic...

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Under my 8 year old brothers bed
lies my dog chewed Barbie, no sign of her head
a faded Snoopy cartoon, deflated yellow Birthday balloon
and one stuffed zoo animal baboon
Romote toy car from Uncle Tom
Cassette of Raffi, sing-a-long songs
half a fruit roll-up, and a beat up
tonka truck

A...

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Walking the path each day
introverted thoughts in 
cased in my skull
a boneyard of ebbing 
memories and thought-processes 
back slightly hunched over 
eyes to the ground 
seeing earth, stone 
cracks, grass, flowers 
bird droppings, dog's as well 
dotting the slick 
pavement of repetition 

I occasionally look...

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At the confluence stands the sage
Directing traffic of divine centuries,
Gluons, microns, universes and the laughter bird

The laughter bird is afloat, his wings
Drip cold and soothing fractals
Morphed out of innocent play
And the desire for play
Small, large, star shaped, flower petalled fractals
Keep falling like snowflakes through my...

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Exquisite, Alpine daisy-like flowers
Desired for my concrete, city garden.
Emblem of pure love and deep devotion 
Labeled as "noble white" by old Germans.
When my star-shaped petals began to droop,
Environmental pollution at fault;
I was told they are hardy, however
Success would be greater if I moved to
Switzerland -...

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star-shaped milk petals
scented blossoms burst thriving
sweet Jasmine blooming

(For J.A.A. – My brother’s daughter)...

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Goodness, I nearly lost my balance on the spiral seashells and broken sea stone chipping matrix.
My quaint obsession with marine life and that skyline paradox blossoming so tantalisingly,  might be a source of some unfortunate accident.
“Be careful, Hunter.”
A dramatic otherworldly start to our long...

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White lilies trumpet
star-shaped shouts
of praise
that pierce the prison
of the grave.
Yet my mood is far 
from risen—
This earth seems so 
un-saved.
My heart is barbed 
with thorns;
the doctors say
they’re veins.
Then arteries 
are vines,  
vines with thorns,
I say.

April 9, 2017
for PASCHAL PREMIER Contest...

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