Best Tarnished Poems

An early outing for my friend and I
We walked the winding path down to the springs
The uncut winter hay is now waist high 
And in...

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Through shadowed trails, beneath the moon’s cold stare, 
     Its Amber gaze: a burden hard to bear.
This feathered prize found peace...

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Rest now
O restless heart
released in ebb   to flow

ride the other side of the king tide rising
buoyant your movement in rise with the waves
Rise!...

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The oyster shell 

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tenderly ...
as if robin's eggs
I consider the brittle fragments
of her heart, cupped in
my tarnished Tin Man hands -
not taking for granted
the entrusting of their care
I...

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Opulent the full moon glowed
Flooding light on a rocky road;
Casting down his gauzy veil
Luminescent to probe the pale.
Misty soft the shadows went
Into the secret sacrement;
Where...

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From corners of silver lakes, you shimmer
In glancing ripples, fluid treasure awaits
And I, diving for pearls, a swimmer
Tangled within your illusion of depth
Until the fragile...

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She's untouched fruit
from forbidden orchards
barren and wrinkled
with fragmented twigs,
whirling to the beat
of melancholic musings 
of black-winged butterflies 
that croon and reflect
the true tragedy of a...

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Olive’s Cinnamon Bark

It took her some while to sense the meaning of feeling good in her skin

Her mirror her prism her mosaic glass and the...

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Oh, flower in this crannied wall,
how did your roots prevail and sprawl
from seed that landed in a crack-
so shallow, small, in woods set back
from warm...

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Something strange

and unexplainable comes this way,
this way, it comes to us sly and fast, 
some say, perhaps, 
it has already arrived, 
it walks unseen, in...

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The sun has set and evening falls.
A silver sliver moon hangs high
above my house; behind its walls
I’ve made my bed, and here I lie.

I think...

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Immigrants why do you come?
Whether you are spiritual or mathematical etc. This is our Karma:

Isacc Newton’s 3rd Law
For every action, there is an equal and...

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I met her  in a pawn shop on a warm summer night
When running from the rubble of  my shattered life
To sell a broken...

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The sun has set and evening falls.
A silver sliver-moon hangs high
above my house; behind its walls
I’ve made my bed, and here I lie.

I think of...

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