Best Stashes Poems

As dogs pant in sweltering humid air,
sweat drops morph into dewdrops as night cools.
Summer's sunshine smiles are no longer there,
for the children have returned to...

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Scatter my ashes
You can't keep them here
I know you've got me in stashes
Just let go my dear

Keep our memories
Say good-bye to my body
Please be at...

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Autumn's breath is swiftly blowing
Trees and branches gently bowing
Leaves of red and yellow strowing
Over streets and gardens going

Leaves are turning, tumbling, showing
Autumn's breath is swiftly...

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Doth it not thrill thee, Poet,
Dead and dust though thy art, 
To feel how I press thy singing 
Close to my heart? 

Dust to dust,...

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Call me a DREAMER call me an IDEALIST.  I want mass appeal.  
I am a dreamer. As I think, my muse are heavy...

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In fall, Boomer Halloweens produce orange and black memories;
     will I ever outgrow treat-laden bags and glowing pumpkins? 
Van Gogh's flaming...

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I am older now, my
body creaks, but it
remembers.
As if it happened
yesterday,
Walking through Camp
37, east of Dresden
Germany
Dark, sorrowful
overcast skies
Hang like a wash of
black ink

Rusted razor wire,
empty...

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Sensory reveries float feathery,
Softly, through my summary treasuries.

There are flashes, small splashes
That wander in random dashes
Between my head and heart.
Some precious memory stashes
Often break dark...

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The morning paper is everywhere, the breakfast dishes, are here and there
Her feet up in the easy chair, the old man in his underwear
The phone...

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Heart-fragile, love flashes that my memory stashes
Live on to hurt me in sentimental, joyous ways;
His dog tags, medals and ring sit in my jewelry box,...

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Too            Much

Marginalized
Masochistic & Meretricious
Deaf, dumb, and desensitized
These roads are haunted
We become Superstitious
As the hills...

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As the mind of humanity’s flesh
Simply wants all of the world’s cash
As bills smell in congress they pass
Laws  resembling methane gas
Poof, aloof, savings gone...

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Chicken, potatoes, and cold pumpkin pies
The food on the table is covered with flies

White ones and red ones and black ones and blue
Just look at...

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An aromatic whiff of evergreen
tickles my nose as I approach the woods.
And those scented breezes smell fresh and clean,
unlike the crowded city neighborhoods.

A pathway of...

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I feel so tired, so wasted, so tough;
But what I’m doing is good for me, although it can be rough.

Its times like these when morale...

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