Best Tarp Poems

"Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it."~...

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This Aphrodite rose
slowly unfurls
pink ombre balms
of sun-kissed 
springfalls, 
as the luminous 
lake of tears
cascade in 
exotic wreaths 
of honey-soaked
velvety sepals, 
there succulent seeds
of zestful dawns...

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The dank petrichor of grainy night,
meters stand like gravestones, 
the obsidian avenue slick as a sapphire,
windowed granite rising in sharp cut shadows,
wind gusting, tumbleweed clouds...

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The chartreuse pearls hung on the pregnant vine
as whispered jade of leaves in autumn breeze.
The necklaces of trellis did entwine
like clefs of absinthe notes in...

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Love, to you
nothing more than washed away graffiti, 
once dripping along the 
mismatched bricks of this worn facade
where tattoos mean forever . . .
even when...

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Tufted white-tops
on pale beige staggered-stalks,
the coneflowers crowns 
dressed the perennial bed;
leaning precariously against
the conical mushroomesque birdbath.

Snow, soft and wet wrapped the grape arbor like ermine;
making...

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My poems are not for leisure
They are guns 
Aim at imperial anatomy
Notes slipped to a teller’s eyes
For easy withdrawal
Of ancestral deposits
My poems are not for...

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an old ripped tarp argues with the wind
the NO TRESPASSING sign trembles
an underdressed scare crow ‘crazy dances”
mocking a city dweller manically hailing a cab
the warmth...

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Skeletal treetops rake a Wagnerian sky.
like fingertips, chasing Valkyrie’s,
through cirrus clouds;
conducting the winter wind,
across the cerulean blue tarp
of early evening.

Bare beds, a mass of fallen...

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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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You look sideways at me
I look straight on at you
You glance towards me
I stare at you
memorize the stiches of your coat
they are uneven
 it must...

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A dull-looking scuffed up ebony toolbox full of pure happiness,
Sat in the back of Charley’s old green Chevy pick-up truck,
Waiting for him to drink his...

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"But there's one thing I know                   ...

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Watching the clouds at dusk
   and the deer in flight. . .
      I wait for these beauties to...

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Pushing back the snow,
the barn door slowly opens
against the drifts.

Inside smells are rich and warm.
Hay and straw and animals mix 
sparking memories of a long...

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