Best Surrogate Poems

Baby Clara will never touch the big hand of Laura, her mother
As she was born four months after her mother’s death.
Before she died, her friend...

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Just spoke with my surrogate daughter

The sweetest young treasure I've ever known

A beautiful flower alone in a field

Her beauty is beyond words

Both her visual countenance...

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Surrogate Mother


Baby Clara will never touch the big hand of Laura, her mother
As she was born four months after her mother’s death.
Before she died, her...

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This thrill? that can kill……
Ride……..
	Feeeellll the WINDddwindddddddddd
WHIP..whip*~~~~~~~
	your skin.
G forces of sensation
	PRIMEprime the PUMPpump* for the 
s e n s oaaaaaaaaaaaaaaary ~~~
deprived

Air gasping open gilled
	life near.....

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A CFO chased cheaper resumes
into my severance of free days.
Safe in winter with my kids and Blue’s Clues,
til Spring brought out the perks of community...

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I watched the sunshine kissed her toes
Slowly moving to her thighs
How I envied the sun
Kissing that gorgeous brown skin
I sat in the shade yet my...

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A former place this, a patch where roots rattle,
where stubble has a ferrous frizzle.
A long truncated railroad stop
humming still within a surrogate reality.
As dry voices...

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With takeovers bankers are set
But Capital One's is a threat
Owning Discover
As surrogate mother
Makes Visa and Mastercard sweat...

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These are translations of some of the oldest Japanese waka, which evolved into tanka, renga and haiku. 

While you decline to cry,
high on the mountainside
a...

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~a sea gull’s swift flight
      over waves, shadow as kite 
         last...

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She waits,
eight black spindles joined at one end by a pivot, a compass.
Each pinpoint balanced at the intersections
of self-drawn polygons.
Legs jointed like the fingers of...

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"WHITE LILY"


When the first 
snow-white lily 
sprouted from drops of milk
spilled from Hera’s breast
and on her lap sweet Hurcules 
rested, baby feather fingers touching
she smiled...

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Ten thousand years ago he roamed free
He was king of the sky on both coasts
Now his kind is just clinging to life
Only about 160 birds...

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When strangers see me they laugh
Thinking I have no class
But I tell the farmer they're here
Cause I'm smart and I have no fear
I'm the guardian...

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Wrinkled, but beautiful still
Even in decrepit apparel and uncombed;
Jagged skin and sensual fragrance lost
But still spongy her touch is and the smell
Only thing I’d...

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