Best Those Poems

I speak my thoughts with gentleness
The things I need to say with care
Thoughts held in my hands, gone through my fingers,
balanced on my fingertips...
... sent to my lips.

I speak my words with thoughtfulness
from my faltering tongue
The air swaying rippling with
meaningful sound

I speak my words out...

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"America First",
is the worst.
Should not thinking of others,
be your thirst?
Those who are selfish,
end up being cursed!
Soon they'll be last,
instead of first.

Who among you,
prefers guns and war?
Do you really have freedom,
shore to shore?
If most have less,
are you happy with more?
Should the privileged few,
be guarding the door?
Protectionism,
rots...

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Behind those beautiful eyes,
So much anger,so much mistrust,
Always expecting the worst,
Always conversing about the bad
things life has to offer,

Behind those beautiful eyes,
So much hurt,so much pain,
Bottled up bad experiences overflowing,
Crying to be unleashed,to be released,

Behind those beautiful eyes,
High expectation,countless plans,
Many things to still achieve,
So many...

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You who throw stones
Held so tightly in your hand
Like it is your all
Your pride

Your hands are bloody
Because you are a sinner
You are a sinner, and you throw the first stones 

Stones that come in words and pain
Whether you were the ones who shouted total trans...

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The hutch 
like everything else in this house is
crooked.  A slanting hardwood floor 
and the burnished ends 
of an ancient table. 

An ever rounding table 
"a table with history" she says, 
a lineage with the cut 
and lineaments 
of the eight-score man who built...

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All those that I have loved before

and the ones that will come after

would  never have those eyes

Oh those eyes the moon of night

those smiling eyes that do not shine

yet glow with comfort in my life

His unforgotten cheeks

a musky scent of blown gardenias 

treaded softly...

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Concaving thought’s that try to escape
They have no substance in the life awake
Like an amoeba a thoughtless form
Trying to manifest in the early morn...

Morning has broken near the wishing well
As the fairies cast their magic spell
Love and sunshine be their quest
And thus invite you as...

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Against a night frightened white,
a tall tree stands - skeletal -
transfixing me one winter
on my woodland walk.

Small trees surround the tall one.
They extend icy fingers
as if to help point me out
to the taller tree.

The hairs rise on my arms as
I view the long black limbs...

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Energy is neither created, nor destroyed
but does transform
witness the log burning in the fireplace
cellulose and lignin combining with oxygen
yielding heat, water and CO2
and with you sitting so close beside me
another transformation's coming on.

Yet cracks appear as we age,
time and entropy take their toll,
and these days...

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HEAR THOSE BELLS (Etheree and Tanka combined)

hear?
those bells
wedding bells
one plus one    two
it is a magic time
when promises are made
a lifetime commitment     two
at the time so easy to do
but  there will surely be many trials
two souls in a...

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Hold Those Tears Falling From Sullen Skies

Hold those tears falling from sullen skies
floods below, drown the sorrows of lost men.
Enough that mother earth hears thy sad cries
angelic sorrow, weep thou not in sin.

Remain thee stalwart, life may reverse tides
heaping on thee, joy in sweet future...

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Who are those funny poets





Be it Jack Ellison or Jan Allison,
their witty pens invariably giggle,
Eileen's passionate words set ablaze
Dave's love lyrics urge us to dance.
While Paul's imagery leaves in awe,
Nette and Andrea trick with riddles, 
Linda and Skat the souls of soup,
Carrie's creative brush paints...

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Where have they gone, those days of old:
   their melody- simple and sweet;
a blending of the joys that hold
   warm thoughts in memories' retreat.

Their melody- simple and sweet:
   fires burning, loved ones gathered near;
warm thoughts in memories' retreat-
 ...

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It Was One of Those Mornings

The Worst

We have no eggs left, the milk has gone sour.
Sudden storm and now we lost all power.
My front tire looks flat
And where is the cat?
Set the clocks back so I redo this hour.

The Best

There is commotion and laughter outside.
Dreams...

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Flowing Deep, Those Ghastly Shards Of Regret

Flowing deep, those ghastly shards of regret
and the spasms they birth in weeping soul
no reprieve, caught in that sorrowful net
love's joyous flag no longer had its pole.

Moon was shining and sky was gleaming bright.
That fateful night, I was blind,...

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