Best Teals Poems

When I whirl as wind, 
unwavering ~
 surfing on 
watercolor wings 
of simmering seasons, 
 which flicker
 and fly through me, 
filtering my faults
with a wrinkled fantasy, 
I waltz whistling ~
in their whispering waves, 
where the lachrymal leaf 
of loneliness lulls me
to a lavender sanctuary...

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Dear me, 
  I breathe you
in the pulse of erased promises ~ 
I'm a shadow in your space 
and not any voice which can be heard
    above restless mists, 
so, when the crystals of change mock us ~ 
and I am...

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Mediums of Winter parse
translucent runes on the tines 
of sloping firs basking like mallards 
in March's brusk sunshine. 
Arctic oracles echo on the lake's hard sapphire 
with pearl crests punctuating 
Spring's arrival while cat tails exclaim 
nascent umber banks. As teals float 
in a tarot...

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                Panagiota and The Autopsy


An autopsy, I found, educational to the max!
Those sacred, holy,human body parts, being 
removed part by part.
Weighed on a scale, as if in a large supermart?


Really,...

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reacclimating after the climatic gavel falls
after sunrise and sunset and flamingoes
   after wood, Rembrandts and aluminum
after prodigy, prodigal and guitar strings
      and chatter. after all what matters
is chroma-splash, illumination and surrender
  a soundless cacophony of instruments
 ...

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Written: May 15, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Crystol Woods

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I’m neither harmonious nor a hidden hymn
Who said I'm wedded to whimsy, lilac looks?
to all those who gifted me 
countless...

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Oh midnight of spring; a lustrous parade,
In azure twirls enticing moonglow's array
The bolder blues, the lighter teals that spark;
While violets hum their notes of rhapsody.

Dusk arrives with turquoise rays soon to vanish
Mirroring  quietude which gently floats;
Till cerulean clouds lays on the fold of eve's...

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Reborn, a Christian fallacy
dreams that have haunted me
left handed, what a shame
someone has to bear the blame

a teddy bear that never speaks
guards the child from attic squeaks
goulish figures of a mothers glow
a fallen angel I never did know

applesauce and mustard bread
free cheese, the government said
mice...

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"outer space
wild blue yonder the dress she wore
Awesome
Ahh, she dazzled me
As she walked by me
Sweet beauty
Radiant the cloth that covers her
She’s blessed… she wore a 
Blue dress
A smoken bronze woman
One of God’s daughters
Blessed
Worn a blue dress
Her dress was royal
Colors blue green blue violet cornflower aquamarine
So...

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Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever (Toller)

To “toll” is to dance like a fox
Luring mallards or teals to the rocks
Where a hunter’s awaiting
What the dog has been baiting
Scaring duckies right out of their jocks

The Old English Sheepdog

I’m partial to dogs that are shaggy
That are goofy and...

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you distract me. and deny. and you defraud me. you destroy. me. you dream of me. and distance me. you are diffetent from me. maybe you aren't me. and maybe I don't hear love's melody. maybe you didn't move me. so why am I moving....

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I float in an aquamarine idyll; 
a bird soaring in shallows 
while hearing translucent echoes,
hovering pastel ripples
reminiscent of cobalt depths 
carried on shy currents
to an alabaster beach.

Sun's shimmer tiptoes
on serpentine waves,
pirouettes like star bursts
among the soupcon
of fuchsias and teals
that tease the surface 
like a coy...

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Hear me mates, before its too late.'
Get awake..Not woke! It'll send you broke.)
I have cried in anger.' In sadess and rage.'
At the counrys humilliation, and the world its stage
Its time to leave ideaologys that steal great
Aussie values.' Cue labour liberals greens and the teals!
Go and...

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With the river finally free
the birders in their migration
collect along the shore
lost loves and memories
as not a duck is to be seen

not knowing better it would seem
that spring is missing something



MISSING:

     Hooded Mergansers
     Common mergansers
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They named me the wilderness quail
I'm not as pretty as other birds are,
my feathers are golden, brown and frail;
I hide when a storm starts and my bizarre
behavior becomes fret, no stone pine
can protect me on a noon with aflare
lightenings crossing the semi-dark atmosphere.

Uncommon and ignored...

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