Best Toasted Poems

The video is intrinsic to the setting of the scene. The vocals and music track by ‘The Corrs and Bono’ are background music incidental to...

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It's so dark outside, my eyes can't distinguish where sand meets water. Somehow, dusk has come and gone, plunging the evening into darkness. 
 
But...

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Dear poet friends departed, as I ponder
the things I learned about you and the way
our time together made my heart grow fonder,
there seems so very...

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This road is snake-like except
for the crusty scales of an intestinal
late dusk. A boy treaded on the 
lane tracks lean and nomadic...
burnt shoulders grilled and...

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Love feels like it has gone far away
She used to exist everywhere it seems
Now she hides in fear of being used up or let down

Most...

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The garden curled around us as we sat beneath the stars,
In the silver shine of Venus and the rust red glow of Mars.
The brandy was...

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Wide the mirrored water stretched,
licking green upon the pointed pines, limbs sweeping low and cool.

The creek meandered, soft giggles escaping mossy rocks
where polliwogs swam, nearly,...

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Malevolent imploded uncontrollably, 
  twisting wildly maniacal posies
   amid diabolically toasted brainstem, 
angst uncompromisingly yanked tresses 
  purging stinging speech patterned...

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A wash of gold adorns the westward sky
as waning light departs a summer’s eve;
in readiness to roost, crows cease to fly
and seek their resting place...

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I wake to the smell 
of homebrewed coffee
and fresh toasted bread.
Then, her missing scent
suddenly strikes home…
The recurring dream.

- - - - - - - -...

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I'm intrigued by what there may be
'neath great depths of ocean and sea
Treasures lost from life's history
A mystery       ...

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Blameless it dances, tame-less it prances, 
as under a watchful eye it grows.

It crackles under the moonlit night,
and everywhere sparks take flight.

More sticks, more twigs,...

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I stubbed my toe ...

  (I do this a lot since turning fifty-five,
   when everything I picked up to read began going...

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To celebrate his new glasses,
home a nearsighted dragon, did fly.
the doctor had truly, helped his sight.
A party he’d throw, full of savories; 
on many delicacies,...

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Rare Cooking This Fine Morn

To have deep-thoughts, dreams a poet slowly eats
Or spiced casseroles of ink-piggy feats?
Meals written on yellow paper to enjoy.
Chinese fried rice...

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