Best Tousles Poems

September meets with warm embrace,
 quickening the harvest pace,
though looming autumn can't efface 
 what's left of summer's arid grace.

The linen hanging on the line 
 dances with the gust and shine,
while maypops heavy on the vine, 
 with honeysuckle, twist and twine.

The cool grass...

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A tribute to our own Charmaine Chircop. Well past due and definitely well deserved

the sky she sees is beautiful

the sun appears at her command
yet no sorceress is she
storms vanish because she wills it 
blue skies and puffy whites adorn her
she is a poetic princess
a lover...

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~ As early nightfall tousles my hair prism light,
the alchemy of a ceremonial parade begins
in this panel of a forest like a mystic scene
~ fondling my skin…jutting from nowhere,
a relay of tigers and flamingos swivel
on glowing shafts in the pale dark ... I freeze.
Some quick...

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Turning sideways, once more I lay crouched in bed,
Not compelled to wake up and run round the clock.
The family, gone on a four-day adventurous trip.
Left to myself, may I devour this calm with none to block.

Listening to the hiss of falling rain, here I lie.
The...

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how I yearn for July
      and that fat summer sun
   the long sunny days
         and the eves' sultry fun
but sweet April's weep
      while it runs...

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how I yearn for July
      and that fat summer sun
   the long sunny days
         and the eves' sultry fun
but sweet April's weep
      while it runs...

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The sweet smell of a budding rose
Gently kissed by the morning dew
Waits to spread her velvet petals
Until the suns love is in view

Peeking out from her ivory shell
The bairn robin tousles her wings
Waiting only for father time
And the gift of flight that he brings

A flower...

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With speedy, gutsy ease
          her Irish father rolls up the front room rug
          Gaelic music lathers the air in merriment
Nelligen at 8, composed
    ...

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Turning sideways, once more I lay crouched in bed,
Not compelled to wake up and run round the clock.
The family, gone on a four-day adventurous trip.
Left to myself, may I devour this calm with none to block.

Listening to the hiss of falling rain, here I lie.
The...

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The ocean, eternal, spreads wide
Reflecting slate, somber storm clouds
While beachgoers, eight stories down,
Gather towels and scurry fast
From a squall shedding white lightning,
Dull, delayed drumbeat of thunder
Touching my ears as your fingers
Cover my hand on the railing;
Surf line we watch fade, grow obscured
In a curtain of...

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You Are Not Cute


Are you cute
Dare anyone should say
To label you so frilly sweetly
And make of you more akin
To a Disney Panda of a Tinkerbell fairy

Cute 

Does not belong between your breasts
Nor define the shape of your neck
Neither does it strip in the tousles of...

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A menacing moon, a cold draft in my room, 
small wonder why I feel impending doom; 
scufflings at midnight from inside my door, 
shadows of somethings are crossing the floor. 

I'm rigid with fear as to what they might be, 
these evil demons are coming...

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I see you in the clouds
and feel you in the wind that tousles my hair.
Each passing post
springs anew in the beckoning horizon.
Miles before me,
road noise soothes my churning mind
and the white lines fidelity
holds my wheels true.
On,
to distant mountains of faint promise
that wait in a veil...

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A fire burns orange and bright
in stark contrast against 
the black Bohemian sky,

crackling hard over sounds
of a furious pen scratching 
coffee stained parchment,

pausing to stoke flames, 
reflect inward, and slurp
crudely a harsh, smoky brew.

Breathing in deep the 
bitter, caffeinated aroma,
choking, expelling forth; 

returning its essence
in...

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I shall but ignore* the parching sun
And race with tousles of duskfall's groove,
this free-fall surrender* to unknown escapades...
    Then   weightless like a carefree rhythm
Of  a tide ebbing its murmured sigh--
This final brilliance quiets  my  indulgence,
A riot of...

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