Best Stolidly Poems

“Well we shall have to do our best and 'keep on smiling'” said Dumpty to the Owl, who he was worried could possibly get into a' flap' after all it had heard. “Yes it never helps to despair” opinioned the Owl stolidly. “ I have...

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Ruffling gold blooms and leaves, hue dimmed by time
A gilded frame holding a slice of life’s history
I’m drawn into the younger man, the vision sublime
Sailing stolidly upstream towards his destiny

A castle in the sky, all ether and phantasm
Drawing him nigh with its ivory flirtation
The possible...

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Perfidy

A hollow laugh reverberates
Through the empty chambers
Of a lonely heart

Love's labours lost.
Stolen. Thrown away.
The echo continues.....

To penetrate through
To the very soul
And render it bare

Yet still. Yet still
The tears of sadness, joy and fear
Roll down the cheeks
Of the harlequin
Standing stolidly on the courtroom floor.

Providing those all...

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Cloaking misty hills and many a deep valley floor: 
The empty Moor presents an outlook, stoical and dour.
Seemingly barren, this mute guardian of history,
Emits an air of arcane intrigue and darkest mystery.

Stunted Jack Pines, seen clustered on a distant knoll,
Stolidly defy Nature, though she exacts...

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All her belongings fitted into a suitcase and a small carry-on bag.

After 18 years, my helper was going home for good.

During those years, not a dime ever went missing in the various apartments we’ve called home, she waged daily war with the invading dust, soot...

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Superb the sounds of summer’s soliloquy
So sweetly singing the sparrow’s song,
Sometimes she sounds suddenly sonorous
Since startled sparrows sing shrilly strong,
Summer sounds so singularly sacrosanct
Swallows and swifts sing slow and soft,
Sailing skyward like sandpipers swinging
Standing, then, on solid sand sashaying
Soon sauntering, staying satisfied, sane,
Soothing summer sounds...

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Red metallic case
To extinguish burning flame
Stolidly silent...

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The winter of 1621 in Plymouth was harsh as could be,
The Pilgrims were sick and sorry they'd come,
They missed their warm English beds and their tea.
The still ambulatory shivered and shuffled about,
As they grinched, and they groused, and they cried,
'til of 132 Mayflower passengers and...

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For long, I had enjoyed solving assorted puzzles, and difficult riddles, too,
For they entertain and stimulate an eager mind, as myriad stars often do.

From years of solving, I'd grown adept, as green river, that knows its way, 
Like a winter unfailingly melts into spring, chasing...

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He leans upon his crooked staff,
impassive face and yet,
with shoulders hunched and tired still
waits payment of the debt.

He gazes as I check my watch
then wearily turns away,
yet only is my old friend Death
who watches as I pray.

Dark shepherd stolidly drinks in
afflictions of my flesh,
which do...

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Wrinkles and twinkles and wind colored cheeks
callused old feelings well hidden

Take a ride in Old Vermont across the covered bridges
Wander through the woods of Maine on down east running ridges 
Stop and face the hard won life See to feel the work the strife
Recognize to...

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To some such a thing would seem to be
A waste like sunsets never seen
Whose brilliant splash of corporeal hues
Ignites a moments symmetry
The saffron fires, the sizzled throes
The tinctured celestial overtones
Of all that light in bending makes
Of all that nature shares of soul.
He stopped upon the...

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Wanted from the world,
The debt of responsibility
Preys on her mind
And weighs down her soul,
Clinging sticky
Like a spot of amber tree sap,
Cavalierly touched,
And afterwards offensive.
The grinding stone of expectations
Moves stolidly round and
About the kernels of
Vanishing freedom,
Ground into the grit
Of everyday existence....

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The Start

A plain white piece of paper,
was waiting on my desk.
Waiting for me, just me.
Or Waiting for you...
just you?

Who put it there?
Why would they care?
What do they want?
Will it matter?

The reason for the surface,
clean and stolidly pure...
was to begin a story, start a poem,
or perhaps...

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Treason
How could it be
I have left you and you have left astray
I have wondered
where do I belong
WHere is my song
where is the sonnet which flows freely from my veins
I have wanted
I don't know where it is
I just know it exists
I am told I am going...

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