Best Talcum Powder Poems

Love feels like it has gone far away
She used to exist everywhere it seems
Now she hides in fear of being used up or let down

Most...

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My Grandma smelt of peppermints. 
Her kitchen of boiling bacon, 
and margarine - it was always steamy 
and 'welcomingly' warm. 

The bathroom, off the kitchen,...

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A slight hint of consternation was in her voice,
“Why did you tell those people I’m deaf and dumb?”
“I never said you were deaf, my Dear.”
She...

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I can't remember if the sun was shining
Or if the clouds looked down on me as I stood 
A child of ten standing on a...

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I saw the Four Horsemen -
the famous apocalypse guys.
They rode silently past neatly folded laundry,

They approached me in silence,
their breathe a rye and meadow wind.
Each...

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i feel so settled in your presence
it seems so definitively calm here
i want to go on excursions never experienced with you and just discover

once upon...

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Dimpled cheeks tearless eyes
pouting lips beguiling smile
the scent of talcum powder blue
 breath as fresh as the morning dew.

Tiny hands  open up to light
warm...

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Moon flower

You lay on white cotton sheets with the hospital logo imprinted
on the cloth and on the fabric of your life talcum powder for
your bed...

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Vigus and I were childhood buddies
who ventured to make some ice cream
It was to be our special creation
that would be a dish most supreme

We got...

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The sounds of the pipes and drums skirled still in my ears. I knew it was the kind of music that brought him to his...

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I was sitting in my
     small cottage with
     a cot and a chair
    On...

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Cresting the rise, a glare in his eyes.
Squinting as sharp shards of sun
reflect off the river.
His gloved hand instinctively shadows his face.

Dust in the wind,...

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Daylight Savings Time – March 8th,   2020

Two o'clock anno Domini nostri Jesu Christi 
hour hand clock sprung forward sixty minutes 
round about same...

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Argh Daylight Savings Time – March 14th, 2021

Once again, yours truly
dishes out his regular dose
of literary gobbledygook
even Count Dracula
would not even bat an eye
nor give...

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Fields on hills a patchwork of colour Green gold rice barley prairies
The sun filtering through the lace curtains danced  on  the  tabletop
The...

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