Best Stiffly Poems

“ANTE BELLUM”


BEIGEBest served where it can’t be seen
On Stirling Silver platters
With redruM narcotics
Delivered by sharp Blood-Red
Well-mannered talons
Strutting in sleek wet rolling tight-skirted
Long French Silk Stockinged...

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Hereabouts the thinning glades
Of sparse grey Birches:
Brackens crisp copper tresses 
All aglow;
Gently waking Snowdrops
Lift their sleepy heads
From leafy beds of woodland moil,
When tucked snugly up,
Out...

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One Proud Yellow Dandelion

Lantanas and pears are lushly in bloom,
Baby chartreuse leaves brighten winter’s late gloom
And one proud yellow dandelion.

We wait for the redbuds –...

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Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
And sadly...i start to drive.
Through the unremarkable village with its tall 
Georgian Bay window panes, lightless,
devoid of visages; outwardly...

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Down through the thicket,
Over and across the forest bend,
A tail sways, as the wind lifts leaves
of red and yellow.

Aside a pond kissed with moss,
we take...

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Current Events


Frozen pants dance stiffly
to the mad beat of sapless
drumsticks choreographed
by a wicked whimsy of the
winds baton.  Birds cling
tightly knowing that if the
gale subsides...

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The water is cold, 
I sit stiffly in the boat.
Again, I am lost.

The oars are secured.
Going downstream is a risk,
My eyes are open

I am quite...

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Crystal Morning Song

Smokey dark clouds ooze steady slow across the evening sky, 
Green patchwork hills slide stiffly to the bland suburbs.
No birds glide the sky...

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When I first awoke in this hospital, they tell me I had stared straight ahead and never uttered a word. I was in shock for...

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My Butterfly


Furry little caterpillar in
your coat of black and brown

It's so very hard to tell
if you are up or down

From your lofty branch
you fall onto...

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Spill it all out
Where is the light to guide these words?
Everything feels gone 
Empty again 
So spilling it out is impossible?
Yet words still flow through...

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fair day

tinkers came this morning 
out of the melting  sun
like a rainbow in a cloud of dust
their caravans noisily come

music swirled about them
and women's...

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Perhaps from my childhood, it had been my burning desire,
To glance Nirmal Hriday (Pure Heart) - a home I did admire;
At the thought of Kolkotta...

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There was a disabled musician
Who stiffly played every audition.
Now recording with care,
Strumming from his armchair,
On youtube he’ll post each composition.


20141113 for limerick contest...

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Hank had cowboyed on the Triple T Ranch fer nigh on fifty years.
He'd rode the range herdin' beef peerin' betwixt his hoss's ears.
Durin' cattle stampedes...

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