Best Staves Poems

Kind of Blue…

Slinking into a still hue of blues 
Haunting trumpets dart in and out
Like taxi horns in freeloading traffic
And cling like silk onto full figured rifs 
When winsome modal notes wear sleek cobalt 
 Where soulbeats throb from smoky bars 
Blue moods of so...

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Yore of moments pass
From within the eve 
Of mazarine 
Heavens celestial body

Pulse of heatwave passions
As spell are cast
Of star gaze
She, upon the auspicious me

Sultry eyes, twinkle yet
Flicker, dance ablaze
Thus, traverse I must, to kismet
Walk the red fiery molten flames 

Searing coals forthwith transfix
Become sweet rose...

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as lover's stroll amidst the morning hush
silent eyes yawn, stumbling fingers entwine
whilst through frothy waves reflective skies blush
squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine

silent eyes yawn, stumbling fingers entwine
as playful dolphins tumble in the waves
squalling seagulls sip the morning sunshine
through the mist, sandpiper perched on the...

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Wildflowers are uncultivated vegetation.
In forests and towns growing without cultivation.

Like most they are used in home medication.
Dandelions are nutritious and can ease pain's vexation.

Fever few staves off migraine attacks while,
Low immune is boosted by berries and chamomile.

Our bloating and gas is helped by chamomile tea,
While...

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Waters rise, engulf the land and other ruses
we devise to block their flow, to stem the tides.
Anxious, we are left to ride the waves
on fragile barques bereft of sails.
Such flimsy arks (mere barrel staves
and baling wire) float up the sides
of great sea-risers like defiant snails
awash...

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The robin led straight to the tenant,
Notre Dame, though not Gothic at all. 
The huge dormers were closed. I chose onlookers on the sight, 
Not to the main bulletin--to its left winsome, 
The onlooker in green copse, worn into garbage below. 
I pushed. Then it...

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Alone I arrive, walking from Frederick
over the gaps, across gentle hills
out onto a knoll
overlooking this burnished landscape.
Before me I see countless writhing rows
of indiscernible shapes gathered
in terrible rituals mid fire and smoke
darkening the sun.
From distant corners I hear
the rhythmic thud of cannon,
and from fields astir...

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In a shallow grave
Behind a big old whitewashed house
where a tattered flag still waves
beside a small cross made with staves
and in the wood, clearly carved
with the spirit of devolution
states, "Here interned today
Lies the US Constitution "...

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The howling of the lone gray wolf
His fingerprint sound waves
Reaches out to his alpha female
And to enemies like staves

His hunt unfruitful this night 
No ungulates found alive
Few scavenged tidbit pieces
Barely enough to survive

His alpha mate heavy with pups
tucked into the warm den
Hunger gnawed away at...

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In an otherwise
uneventuful
morning, between the
roles we locked 
eyes, bantering 
without 
mincing words, allowing 
futures, names, and
rebuttals to 
stem from our hearts 
unmuffled, and 
mingle.

A fearless 
gig between the 
staves ensued, bringing
us to melt in a 
timeless
embrace of playful
reminders of our 
unmistakeable, unshakeable, and
unutterable bond.

In a...

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QUEEN OF BOTH LIGHTS

Ah yes....Venus! Queen of both evening and first light.
Air of my breath, blood of my heart, 
cause of my sight.
If from stardust made thee we...then, 
are thou our sister or our mother be?

In any glint of light, a Venus shadows cast, 
on...

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Stand In The Shadow Of A Tall Mountain


I went, to stand in the shadow of a tall mountain
not content to sail the deep blue seas.
Delicious sweet that bubbling brook, my fountain
amidst the flowers and massive tall trees.
Morning Sun brought glory within shiny bright rays
splattering across...

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My paper heart 
Flies like a bird 
And flutters like a butterfly 
When I feel my breath taken away.
It is weightless,
Gliding on air 
Along miniature music staves, 
Hop-hop-hopping to the notes 
In quarters, eighths, and halves. 

And it beats on,
My paper heart singing its song,...

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One Nation Under God

I’m in the middle, not left nor right.
I believe that strength staves off a fight.
I’m against abortion, but I’m for the choice.
I think every child deserves a voice.

We need more programs that help our kids.
We have so many out on the skids.
Let’s...

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A non-descript morning of gray
Gray like the eyes of wolves
In the deep forest at daybreak 
Sun chasing night with staves 

A faint lavender horizon
That touches distant fog
A silver blanket caresses
The valley and the bog

Crickets outsound the roosters' crows 
The fog hinders crows rising
Such a delightful...

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