Best Stringing Poems

A thousand little moments,
one connected to the next…
Exquisite, time-sequenced pearls
from then to now and beyond
Ignore the strand, where it may lead,
and focus on the bead...

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Your writing takes me higher, to a brighter day
Response: Your words, too, doth reader repay
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Sad and poignant, yet depression held at bay
In good and bad...

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In his seething silence, I spoke, softly to him,
“Did I desire once to be higher than you, oh seething heart?
Could I, in my human flesh,...

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Call Me Baby

I must confess...
I’ve caused a lot of mess,
blatantly calling you nasty names,
playing all kinds of childish games.
I used to think you couldn’t get...

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Moments of meditative serenity
Crimping pleating floral white hybrid washi

Shaping and triangulating dainty folds
Stringing vertex wings of freedom symmetry

Garland of classic crane origami
Wishing long happy peaceful...

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The flying sent projections free to see,
from adjunct Astrals singing bold decree.

Perched on Pisces’s cusp, forsaking Plato’s cave,
Puppets casting shadows, chancing me a slave.

They hang...

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Melding thoughts.. A guiding force;
Showed strength through sharing Ways, 
drew spirit, from the great One, following the wind,
finding a hollow,  gliding the currents stringing...

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THINGS WITH STRINGS

Spider's web, strings of stars,
a weaver's loom, and old guitars.
Balls of yarn, and DNA,
string bikini, and crochet.

Cats cradle, spools of thread,
Tails on kites,...

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Poetry convention is now convened
attendance must be asked and seen
Eve - Present
Jan- Present
AnneLise -Present
Santa Claus- Present
Shakespeare -Present
Greek Ghost - Dead
Jesus - Three days late
Bach -...

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Corrugated rhythm of the perforated heart
in the pulse of inspiration torn asunder, peeled apart
with the movement of discovery proving false in every start
as we danced...

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I walked by the old cafe on Rue De Sienne and heard an angel playing harp 
a cherub an ethereal mome bewitching me and playing...

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'Course as a grim teller of tall tales,
(albeit poetic) reasonable rhyming
quasi roundelay I readily admitted to feign
cuz, stringing words together with
pride and prejudice plus
sense and...

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She sat on her front porch swing,
Moving backwards and forwards,
As a heavy bag of cornfield beans
Sat next to her, awaiting stringing

I sat on the floor,...

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                    Softly
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The sledding and the skating in ‘63;
the sugar cookies frosted green and red;
the stringing popcorn with my family
and going anxiously that Eve to bed.

The gift...

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