Best Stows Poems

WINNING THE WAR 

In tough action of war crawls the soldier
across the thorny ground riddled with mine,
charges with loaded gun on the shoulder,
revenge and rage in mind sorely combine.

Facing risk of dying any instant
flash of the face of his little daughter
he sees smile in his...

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She was the embodiment of beauty
The manifestation of goodness
Everything she did was 
Lovely
Graceful
Flawless
People would call he an angel
But no one saw the devil buried inside
Setting up camp in her heart
Breaking it and turning it dark
No one knew the darkness that followed her
The black cloud
Harboring a...

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I live in a house where
all the doors are closed
they hide away the secrets
that can’t ever be told.
I live behind these doors
hidden away, no one knows
what goes on within my head;
or the monsters the closet stows.
One by one, the lights go out,
but the darkness cannot...

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Bundled in a horse-drawn sleigh  
warm and snug on Thanksgiving Day
the children restless, we went on our way
as the shedding forest began to sway
and the gusts of wind set astray
the vestiges of autumn's display
that unveiled the cabins along the bay
 
Past weathered barns fraught...

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Deer Colette,

Thank u four the sweater. Eye did knot no it wood cost that much. It was hire than eye thought. Eye love it! U or such a suite heart.
All sew, thank u four the pitchers u cent. Eye can knot bee leave how big...

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It's the wind that scuttle
Had it not left me troubled?
Bewildered and peculiar am I
The strange looks of the sky
Rains by as the day sleeps the night
And welkin seems 
It broke down a frail sigh
Thus, emitted a shrill cry
Shuns the daylight as clouds gather
Entwined with poetic...

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Why hurling above the wall, 
In front of window,
Hits Missouri's cold air - 
with hands, not by wings? 

Walking on two legs 
Like the blade between
The skin and the aorta 
Then in a plastic bag stows
Sands of questions,
Polishing it by fire' lashes! 

Why after all...

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I've many times wished to see into the souls of an LA swat team.
When trigger after trigger spells the end of mother's nurse dreams.
And lives of light scatter.
I too have wished to see the inner spirits of such soldiers that could kill their 
mirror likeness...

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"Alms, alms, alms...
spare me a piece of bread..
spare me your mercy..."

Wandering solely, all alone
Along the streets, everyone knows
Cartoons and tabloids, he stows
Lights with so little glow
He stood ready to go...

Roaming around from trash bin to bins
Searching, looking for something hot to eat
His eyes fixed and...

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A journey taken

Paddle wielder, not so graceful a feather,
there is a delicate balance 
one must observe in a canoe
having to switch sides and currents
trying to control, nearly
an impossible goal, she stows the tool
letting her finger tips skim the river
as it takes her and every fantasy...

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I am but dust, a man, haughty eyes will but do me in
And more when I gaze hours stark on my own work ‘pon fin’. 
-Heights now I’ve reached, and skies I’ve seen- just a speck below. 

He knows he’s peak’d past surprised feats when...

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While wearing the garb 
Of a twenty year old
On a 50 something body
Her eyes rove hungrily,
Spotting her quarry
She pounces upon
The daily newspapers
Left by a prior denizen
Of the local coffee bar

Every word on every page
Is ravenously devoured
The lives of others
Happy or horrid
Fills her empty hours 
Pouring...

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On crests of waves morning sun glows
To blue sky its arms the sea throws
Breakers spread wet touch on beach dry
In joy the sands dance and leap high
Roll on ripples that come in rows.

Wind from hazy horizon blows
The swell in rising water grows
Melting shadows of the...

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Oh, poet, whose soft tones the oceans bless
With their sweet songs and stows the summer’s clime
With all unearthly sounds, I can’t express
How much of worth your verse has been through time!
No matter when or where I drink your words,
My spirit rises on fair freedom’s wings
For...

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Industrious buzz of solo bee search jackpots
Unashamedly trial diving in each lurid shell
Stickier with every trumpet he giddily accosts
Finds further stupor in fluted sweet compel

Ruffled taffeta petals burn, vibrant five
Three wiggle flame fingered fringe
Other two tatooed with burgundy stripes
From lettuce pincushion, stigma begins 

Sunray stamen...

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