Best Stashes Poems

...The dog days of summer bring humid air,
that morphs into dewdrops, as the night cools.
And summer outfits aren't seen anywhere
now that the kids have returned to their schools;
abandoning......

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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 ease
Say good-bye to my body

I'll save you a pla......

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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, ashes to ashes,
my poems recite my plight.
As two souls mix ......

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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 unclear
I fall asleep MY dreams are plenty starlit glistening seeming VIVID.
My Contempl......

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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 handiwork draws crowds in the Blue Ridge;
     he ......

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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......

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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......

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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 starts ringing loud and clear, so hubby quickly disap......

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...Dedicated to My Daddy, William Cason Godwin, 1931 - 1998

Heart-fragile, love flashes that my memory stashes
Live on to hurt me in sentimental, joyous ways;
His dog tags, med......

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...Too            Much

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

These actions have consequen......

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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 in a flash
Of cash stash, my soul......

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...An earthy smell with whiffs of evergreen
greets my nose as I stroll through Autumn woods.
And the scented breezes smell fresh and clean,
unlike the stench of city neighborhoods.

A pathw......

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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 that mountain of laundry to do

Dishes and pot lids ......

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..."You'll floss your teeth, you'll brush your teeth
Four times a day," he said.
"Hand over all those scary sweets
you hide under your bed.
They fight your teeth, they bite your teeth.
They give yo......

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