Best Stowing Poems

Apples ripen pink, hotly blushing,
though the ardent yellow sun grows faint;
blackbirds sucking soft honeyed sweetness.
like babies at breast, show no restraint.

Mellow ripeness splays rich-toned color;
the trees raise scarlet armed applause.
Red-brown and gray, small creatures hurry
stowing provisions for winter's pause.

Copyright, September 1, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson...

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Those walls of my captured annals falling
By steel leviathans devouring my solitude
Capped blasts dropping the once proud structure
No longer is a mans home his palace

Histories cowboys are the future’s vagabonds
Their ranges of ranches a dying lot
Borders now shrinking as the rooms collapse
Giving into the fear...

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Red Beard laughed at this lad
Stumbled on the wrong ship he had

Stowing away on a pirate vessel 
Turned himself in not even a wrestle

Stout young lad must be at least ten
He wasn’t sure of the trouble he was in

To the plank cast him aside!
Then the...

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Long time ago in the old wild west
A hunter raised his gun, he was a 
Round up cowboy, and shooting 
Was his fun

He saw a fat wild turkey come 
runnin out the scrub, he thought 
of tasty vittals, and stomach full 
of grub

The turkey turned...

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Are the Angel's feathers double dipped,
quills of gold but bloody tipped...
is wrath upon the many unknowing,
going,showing unhealthy stowing...
ungracious of the promised precious,
only looking for their next delicious...

Tough love,may be a reminder
fellows once,can be,fellows again
if only to feel,and then remember,
a part of the whole begins within'......

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The rains have lasted all the spring.
We’re longing for some sun.
With advent of the end of school
We look to June for fun.

The kids have found their bathing suits
And have them at the ready.
It’s not fair in vacation time
For rains to pour so steady.

The first nice...

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A thing possessed by power desires exert 
turns into an object inanimate and inert.
A life untainted and vibrant if captured 
by the bloodstained clutch of lust tart
rolls like fallen beads, the string ruptured.

The senses drenched in acidic insolence 
don’t repent for a moment the presence
in...

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The undertaker anticipates a better day
His plans include some needed lawnmowing,
He winds up two ne'er-do-wells stowing
Without resources their expenses to pay
The mere cost for a proper putting-away,
While his grass continues to grow knee high
As he waits for a moneyed man to die
Someone to keep his...

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A Hint at What Is Beautiful : 
Lovely is the 'bless your heart' 
Wrapped with appreciation, 
Offered to peace inclined individuals 
Who make a special effort 
To nurture shrapnel singed casualties 
In the midst of napalm sedated air, 
Conveying their humankind, unobtrusively 
Also, unassumingly, in...

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an explorer--trudging through the here and now
picking up what works and stowing it in my knapsack
tossing away the discrepancies of what doesn't

a coward--wondering about what might have been
backpack empty except for dreams
that never see the light of day...

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Chilling to me is the cool misty rain.
Filling fuel on the fire to warm me again,
Willing my thoughts on the now to remain,
Stilling all those that are cause of the pain.

Come my sweet child and sit by the fire.
Strum for me a tune, one I...

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Grandpa Francesco Proia,
from Caserta, Italia,
a clever stowaway 
in the bowels of the ship
bringing him to Ellis Island,
Feb. 4, 1905.
Gruff ways,
often snarling a guttural “Huh,”
a lack of English,
never-ending hand gestures,
made me fearful of him.
But awestruck I was
with the romantic notion
of his stowing away.
Bootlegging homemade vino
during Prohibition...

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What is behind ?

So many who wear masks, behind which to hide ?
So many who wear a veneer, upon which to ride ?
So many who wear a veil, behind which to slide
beyond their true, sober, reality ?,
beyond their hidden personality ?

One has to wonder ?,...

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Blitsy Blobs



        The buzzing bee on the bloom stowing away honey for blitsy blobs



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All elements laugh as I cast a moan
While grieving for longings I've never known
The mantle of the earth shrugs at my pride
While isotopes titter, slow death inside
This funeral for my future with you
Reeks with discontent as I bid adieu

Food stings with bitterness upon my tongue
Air...

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