Best Straddling Poems

A purple temperature within my gloves—
For this night, the bleak snow is on and on,
Which I am gathering your meaning of—
For our knit in-between is...

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And I witness
Your deplorable “glory”
Hunching over my tattered spine,
So we can have something in common

You walk with glorified shell-shock,
Another sentient tongue, 
Straddling on the Eros...

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Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
But stars do not cry.
Into Ochs valley, through the Vale of White Horse...prancing 
besides a Dragons Hill;
It was here...

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A divine blacksmith didn't forge winged hearts of gold,
to soothe the burn of others.
Nor mold my body into a scratching post chant.
Where others can shed...

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Walking slowly on the lily-white beach

winding down from the pressures of work

a warm breeze teases my sun-kissed cheek

and I thank God I'm here for a...

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She was immensely house proud
mess not a single trace, 
covers on furniture like a shroud,
Dust  ….. oh my dare not show its face 

Until…….

That...

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2:45 am

I set my case in the corner, empty the picks from my pocket
and kick off my shoes, it was a great night
She tosses her...

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The crescent moon overlooks
The pink taffy sky as it melds 
With the grey mist that rises 
From the creeks and gently rolling hills

I read a...

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Lavished Lioness 
Lunges with quietness
Leaks love, inspired with...
Hunger
It aches her when in slumber
It takes her under
Straddling starvation
now just preying on prayers
stuck in a safari of...

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The lone coconut tree that dared

to lean towards the sea,

gave shade to her friends while

playing on the beach.

Running half-naked so natural

to those blossoming teens,

mother's lagoon...

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Thinner the veil,
Older the year.
Between the worlds
Shadows appear,
 
Straddling the times.
We feel the past
Stamped on our brows.
Nothing will last.
 
Fields are now bare,
Soon comes the cold.
Kindle the...

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Dear Home:

Please forgive my departure, silent and without warning, like the simmering 
warmth of mountain springs that bubble, unexpected, in the pale tropic light of...

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Walls explode, windows crash
Lightning in the middle, ceremoniously mash
the safety of my core, the distressed world of my being
that has given me a reality, gazing...

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"The Pearl Essence and Dark Horizon"


Just,

as a pearl of wisdom 
plucked like a 
luminous silver apple 
from a blue sky forest,
an entrancement;

the Sun watches 
like...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXXI

IF you pull a long lagging-behind face
You deserve your copycat status in more than one way
Marco Polo...

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