Best Threaded Poems

Watching a sway of a Chinese lantern
in colors the shade of your smile,
paper laced dreams in curvature shapes
suspended by silver threads
 
Ripples of koi pond...

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Hills come alive with sweet sounds of birds whistling tunes
Filled with harmonious peace, you sail within time
Gentle whispering winds through branches of trees call

When you...

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 I  thought I had forgotten
the end of summertime,
I thought I stopped remembering
that last night you were mine.

Moments side by side
before fresh petals dried.

But...

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T’was flair from the cobbles that drove the loom
with forced hardy sweat they laboured till eve
a family tradition from the womb
with threaded shuttle and reed...

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Old Zack Adams sits a slouch’n so sloppy drunk on a bar-room stool,
Wear’n his cheap-threaded cowboy suit and a stained satin shirt.
All the while a...

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My Beloved,
      
If the Mediterranean waves, could carry me to your arms,
I'd wake up, to your whispers,enchanted by your charms.
If...

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Blue-checkered curtains are faded, and drawn,..
after years since she made them, from gunny-sack cloth

The Singer, long idle, now gathers more dust,
with its needle still threaded,...

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Inside such dreams of never lasting days
We traversed such wanting thoughts in emotional astray

On that December night, to our cottage on the hill
Where on many...

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I ran out of breath on the road to Mumbai ...

    Not for sake of dust or smog or even health. I...

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Who am I is a question,
That baffles and confuses me.
Aren’t I a stranger to myself,
When in me angels and demons cohabit,
Dwelling side by side.

Sometimes I...

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Indigenous woman—rarely accompanied by their
white sisters—or their men enter 
through the side door
of St. Peter’s Church.

Here they are boxed in cool stucco,
and stained-glass. A flock...

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...... Part 3 ......

The old wolf creeps, the old wolf leaps
on prey he’s been a’ trackin’ –
a deer adorned with branchin’ horns
is torn by beasts...

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My beloved Drino,

Take me to the memory

a neverlasting dream

which lived in yester yesterday

long before destiny took its toll

and footprints marked separate paths

Take me back to...

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Trees ablaze in glory before they shed
Their coat of autumn colours that ignite 
Nature’s palette of orange, yellow, red

A harvest to reap what is sown...

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Suspended improbably on shoulders
Hunched by years of glacial attrition
And threaded through a forest of boulders:
The path that holds the key to my mission
I speak allegorically,...

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