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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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’....

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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