Best Til Poems

I am very pleased to present a fourth collaboration, this time in rhyme
with my dear friend Lawrence Sharp, a truly exceptional poet. 
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Thank you, Lawrence, for your great inspiration
and ongoing fellowship.

Ancient Hero, Firm And Honorable Til Death


Twas not roses painted bright red upon his shield
he...

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I am very pleased to present a fourth collaboration 
with great poet and friend, Robert Lindley.
Only Robert's mighty pen and personal encouragement
could possibly have inspired me to venture
beyond my more familiar Free Verse.
Thank you, Robert, for your great inspiration
and ongoing fellowship.

Ancient Hero, Firm And Honourable...

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Old Poet, His Art And Why He Composes Til Death Sings

With pen and paper he writes as rushes a rising tide
his true heart wide open and sworn to nothing ever hide
always loyal to those humble, hard working, verses true
full of poetic history, even a tale...

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Only six months 'til Christmas...
Yes, just six months to go- 
I'd best start making lists, 
Buying bottles for' ‘rellies' who like to get pissed
And scouring for bargains at Tesco.

Only six months since the last one 
And I've just finished paying the bills-
The credit card's clear...

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Wait til winter comes
I’ll be bundled in velvet again
And softer than you’ve ever seen me
If my eyes are watering
The wind will wipe it away
And if I shiver uncontrollably 
A cozy blanket of frost
Will surely wrap me in its warmth
You never held me like the wind...

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are long shadows
the babes of dawn
or are they the
lingering guardians
of the night
who shrink to sticks
in the midday sun
only to return at
the doorstep of dusk -
long once more
then gone 'til dawn...

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Today I awoke, half-eaten by
a stubborn flame that cannot die

though long the coal departed;
I lay here broken-hearted,

like it was yesterday she said
she needs me not before she fled

as times before, though yearning
and every time returning.

I wonder as the months go by
her lodging, and the reason...

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Nautilus, chambered. 
Mathematics? Not really. 
By nature only. 

Smells more like…
Ah…normal distribution
(Of golden spirals). 

You could look it up. 
FIBONACCI? Not really. 
Logarithmic coil?

Not exactly. Else
One or the other would fit. 
Only nature fits....

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THE YOGI BERRA SONG
    IT AIN'T OVER 'TIL IT'S OVER
One run behind and I'm at bat, 2 are out,
I'll be damned if I don't get a hit.
I tell the catcher I'll be home in a while,
But he grins at me just for...

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haikai
******
the buddleia
a diurnal kingdom...
butterfly courts

a coronation
the orb brightest of orange...
painted lady crowned

bees flowerflies wasps
most grateful to their host...
the gardener

nocturnal bats moths
hedgehogs if lucky a fox...
a hidden frog croaks

dusk a blackbird claims
no doubt a choral master...
may bugs abundant

the Scots pine maypole
cockchafer fly... encircle...
black headed gulls dine

sun...

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'Til you feel better

(Verse)
When you feel you’ve lost your way 
hard to make it through each day 
call on me when skies are gray 
and together we will stay 

(Refrain)
Together 
‘til you feel better 

(Verse)
And no matter what it takes 
even if your heart should...

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Til 2 A.M. 

One day a Dominican female gave her black guy friend two balls of chocolate.
Not just any chocolate but the kind can make you look twice and pocket it. 
The chocolate was so good that reciprocity was the only emotion you could have...

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Swaying as one with the glass
Releases its scent to the air
So gently falling to my lips
Taste of pure relaxation bliss
My tongue caresses the flavour
As it swirls around in my mouth
Devine is that odd glass of wine
Sending me in to a spin so fine
How naughty you...

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How could I know otherwise 
The beauty of a woman I’ve never seen 
Whose mortality had been claimed by the Reaper
But through the teary eyes of my brother 
Who loved her…

Loves her still
What an amazing blessing 
When death cannot extinguish
The glow of love
When life finds...

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For days we mount white stallion, 
going westward,
far from the black stone path
The beast pants, 
but carry on 
with fire in its eyes
New shoots down-trodden in the channel

I taste the straps on forerunners 
deep beyond their dermis, 
way pass the dark transgression 
we obtained, 
yet...

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