Best Starts Poems

she walks into the room
the same way she has for 40 years—
half-asleep mumbling about the price of eggs
but crap, she still makes my heart stop. 

you’re the last busted payphone 
that somehow still dials home. 
you’re the only damn thing 
that still makes sense
in a...

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Poets often pontificate
In their particular poems
By punching words into 
Pre-determined form

Plying on rhyming
Placing their phrases 
In perfect presentation
With proper punctuation

Perhaps to receive 
A few platitudes
Possibly some praise
For its perfection...

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And now it starts,
And yes, I'm back at last,
Four years of trials and tribulations,
Capped off by this raucous jubilation.

I fought and won,
Proved them all wrong,
The denigrators,
The fake media perpetrators.

Now watch them squirm
As I storm into my term,
So much to do,
A solemn promise made to you.

I...

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True Love starts with an open heart,
and then becomes a wish to never part...

True love starts with an open mind,
and grows with every action kind...

True love starts with a gentle touch,
and blossoms with each kiss and such...

True love takes over all our dreams,
and makes us...

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Sing to the Lord, for He has done glorious things
    Sing praise, when He awakens our heartstrings.

When the darkness starts to dim within the dark
we wait for the light, the tiniest spark.

We teach traditions – obvious commonsense,
but true belief comes from experience.

Researching...

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Another new beginning, another major change
My feet know the rhythm, though this road is undiscovered 
My toes know the feeling of wet dew still clinging to the blades of grass
Not yet baked by a summer afternoon
They know the rough soft mountain dirt
And the bounce of...

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All poets start somewhere...
good ones never finish – 
all poems subject to theme,
mapped or an impulse just to
travel~ wherever...I think we
met somewhere in the 
Wherever, years of treasure
found with fond entry and
regress, the tempering of 
loving hearts – 

best poems nourished by each
ensuing reading, strengthened...

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The innocence is transfusing
and overturning 
the goat skin drums
children of the mills,
children of the junkyard,
alone, 
and savaging
and we keep filling them with
mercury, nitrate, espestice, baby bombs
blasted out of their shaved heads
scared,
and foraging...

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She could not understand what I was saying.
I was just telling her about my summer vacation.
Our annual family motor tour.

Mountains with snow that stops where the clouds begin
Pines that climb the mountain 
until the air is so thin they can no longer grow.

Snow melting from...

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Community starts here
Under this tree of sprawling branches
With thighs pressed against sinuous gnarled roots,
Our heads nodding and shaking with whurring yellow leaves
Adorning our heads and fluttering off into the river beside us,
Only to stick to the dipping twigs of the tree in such cool August...

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Time to change myself once more
It's my mantra every Sunday
Be good with food and have less wine
This always starts on Monday

Commence with gentle exercise
And eat a smaller ration
By Tuesday this is going well
I'm full of strength and passion

It's Wednesday I am feeling weak
I want to...

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Once again I'm captivated as I look into her eyes
It's the way she allures me wearing just a smile
Wishing, I'm wishing for my hands to soon apply
Her palm raised I now know to await just a while
Soon I'm drawn in again upon viewing her thighs
Slowly...

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"It Starts with a Kiss"

It starts with a kiss
the creative measure

body as 1

on point of entry
the sweet head kissed

a new life 
gently held

the roads traversed
can get bumpy 

between heaven 
and hell

from kiss to kiss to kiss

on departure 
we realise

It starts with a kiss 
goodbye

hello 
and...

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Darkened clouds danced mightily for days

thunder shook and lightning struck

children took cover and old men wept

finally the clouds stubbornly have been pushed away

a loving sea breeze takes anchor

and warms a chilly day

I stand on the shore captivated by her beauty

hues of orange and red fill...

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Every Dog Starts As A Surly Cur


Earth seeds its own laments
worn shepherds in torn tents
Sheep living in deep sleep
a tramp never earns his keep

Lone tree shades bare ground
hare rests but not the hound
Path sets so many hideous traps
children need more long naps

Adults seek much more...

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