Best Strainer Poems

Adam and Eve, the parents of you, me and Steiner
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My muse is a sieve
it pans for gold
it’s a strainer 
a skimmer
a fat separator 
it tumbles boulders 
until pebbles are formed 
it can chew on...

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I found her jacket folded 'midst the drift,
          Atop her shoes but 'neath a ribbon, red,
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A steady blanket of funereal rain fell for days,
From the wintry heaven, onto the ground.
And by about three in the morning I was woken by
A...

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As the temperature starts to rise
A surprise I see before my eyes
Lots more  tiny golden speckles
the mystery and beauty of freckles.

 once at school...

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In the Australian vernacular
he was a ‘flea-bitten’ grey.
Not dappled like a dream horse
but speckled like a rock and not a 
fine large horse like Tom...

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The hardware store's a dying breed
As big box stores invade.
They used to have just what you'd need,
Each item U.S. made.

But now they face a growing...

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I keep investing my time
Like a prospector on a gold rush
I keep panning and panning
Hoping to get one glimmer of gold
To help me to survive...

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A strainer for milk or for juice, a window shade
Worn as bibs, diapers, or a kerchief
Turned into skirts, blouses and slips
Plaited into rugs of many...

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I’m the unopened container, pliers and blades,
I’m the beaters, light globe and egg ring.
I’m a can opener, small strainer, straw and a hammer,
I’m all that...

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A pan of boiling water, 
On a flame about medium high, 
Waiting for water to boil, 
Before you add the noodles and stir,
Steam lifting up,...

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Tonight I have died,
As I silently screamed inside.
My well of tears has run dry,
And I no longer have the strength to cry.
I have killed the...

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IF THE TRUTH BE GROWN

I spend more time making amends than I do progress
I have no friends nor family I wish to impress
A  lot...

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6/1/21


Life has been like an elevator

Going up sometimes, often down to the bottom layer

The outcome was minor or major

Paid it no mind, or it started...

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It's fifty miles to the city
And fifty home again,
Around that pothole on Depot Road
Into the arms of the lane.

Old George has left his hay down.
A...

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