Best Thru Poems

~ for my fellow poets ~


as slaves to the pen
or our keyboard, more apt
this molding of words
in a word, holds us rapt

fine fancies or fears
take...

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oh, how a fair breeze of Autumn can stir
my heart with reprieves - the redolent
       leaves
remembrance of romance with...

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Through eternal sun stars and space
My love shall find you I will embrace
Thru invisible realms and empty voids
There is nothing that my love avoids

Thru stormy...

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I be a common salty once
          no captain's bars, did bear
     ...

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Twas the night before Christmas, when all thru the Soup bowl,
Not a poet was writing, not even the musing mole.
All their pens were hung by...

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~  My favorite Thanksgiving memory was, quite simply, a walk at my grandparents house - I'll never forget how nature spoke to me that...

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MY INTERPRETATION OF IF BY RUDYARD KIPLING -  

If you can keep calm when all around you,
Are frustrated, and angry with you,
Always believe in...

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In depths of mind we despair
chilled within the barren dark
we look hard, inside out
for answers to unknown questions
but none are really there
it's us that makes...

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The summer moon was swollen, blue
          A flaw that girl knew thru-and-thru
    ...

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there, among those Ruby Spires
          stood I, a-gazing toward the mist
     ...

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Many ingredients bake writing inspiration.
This recipe combines a stirring sensation:  

Heaps of desires never realized
as marinated in teary sore eyes;
Quantities of wide open spaces
caramelized...

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Jesus’s love matters when the garden of eden turns to grey,
The fertile ferns frown as spirituality has been driven away…
A rosette reverence redeems within the...

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i never wonder why i love you
why animals can migrate with no map 
why do some moths as well as butterflies
able to choose wings up...

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At high noon mass
	thru colored glass
		a playful sunray dances
	for blessed sunday glances
reflected stained mosaic
hardly looks archaic
	when the rainbow’s set afire
		by heavenly orchestrated choir
	the congregation rejoices
moved...

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Away to Vermont on a Dr's appointment. Coming back and riding the Ferry to New York my wife Judy and I decided to stop off...

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