Best Stoking Poems

Stoking The Dream Machine

by Gabriel Magno

the rocking horse stood idle, the tricycle had rusted,
the grown up children had their share, and now are well adjusted.

Virginia mountains’ hollows, filled with dirt poor children playing,
in blue jeans stained with red mud, as grandmas sat crocheting.

the knock-kneed mailman...

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In raw blackness 
you want to find fireflies 
in the hedges.

Green on green 
I ambush the chill 
of a dying moon.

Silently you meditate, 
as the fog descends 
settling discreetly-

on your thoughts.
A cat jumps the wall 
in pursuit of a game.

Why to recall the father’s 
death....

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Do not want to 
be judged, after overplaying 
    my hand with clear moon.

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    Cancer was back 
and so were the strange remedies.
    Are...

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