Best Tows Poems

Zipping through New Hampshire’s White Mountains
Suspended by a rope through trees
Autumn colors accompany a brisk breeze
Turning your face bright, scarlet red
Don’t look down, just peer ahead
Live joyfully in each challenging activity

“What,” you say, “no engine?”
Sail planes ride wind currents
Regular airplane tows you up
Then you are...

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ufos fly lake erie

and blow air force theory

for each tows signs

flashing these lines

we stole a cow from oleary.
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Blackberries start as white dots in a sea of thorns
The flower will fade, and a green berry will join
Protected, it will grow and be pink
Safe from even a massacring mink
Larger, it will swell until it is red
No enemy can lay down their head
Darker and darker...

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I know there is a God
Because He is the only one who
Counts the tears my soul cries
When my body and mind are numb
From the barbs of enemies and swords of friends.

I know there is a God
Because when I finally break the surface
Of my pain, gasping...

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Let me ride upon the crest of an aquatic wave, to spin and
Twist within the rippling tides, of the water spheres deepest
Ocean, allow this land creature to become as one, a liquid
Creature of complete fluidity, flowing with the currents under
Tows beneath the Mediterranean sun!
Liquefaction’s child...

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What a grate dey it is
Sonny whether and awl
Let's wring in Spring Brake   
Thyme for fun, half a bawl.  

Cum on, let's get aweigh
and lei on the beech
reed books by the serf
sea and bee scene.

Wheel watch waives bye the peer
Whet hour feat...

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With bent torso, fenced horse Corso,
Tows corpulent gent Morse into a Kent forest.

This portly source torments tense Corso to such a contentious extent
That he sends them off course with vehement force to show his discontent.

“Whoa”, vents the incensed Morse 
With voice tense and hoarse from...

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"THE BUTTERFLY CATCHER."


Chicano face.
California.
closer to death.
he just pulled up to a house where the car he's about to tow sits.
he tows a lot of cars, 
talks to people every day. 
he's loaded his truck.
"goodbye," 
he says to the member.
a woman on the grass with her...

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I used to make up stories for children
none are left.
Sing babes in arms lullaby's
and goodnight.
Remembering beds of painted flowers
past and new.
Stories for children rhymed for a time
they are gone.
Memories of lovely petals alive
in my mind.
Even missile tows and missile launchings
to the sea.
Teachers of learning look...

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MAC AND CHEESE

Macaroni is Italian
And pasta is another name
With flavor garnished with a sauce
A dish that we can all acclaim
Cheese is kin to everything
As olives, bread and tasty wine
Even blue cheese tows the line
But if you can , I beg you , please
Do not serve...

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posted--no swimming, strong under tows
no guard on duty

what kind of life is that, no swimming 
it’s my life and I don’t need a guard
I’m taking the sign down

He spotted a another sign, ‘no boating’
He had his boat and launched it. 
Still another sign was noted...

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running through the fields
feeling the wind in my face
blowing on my ahir
feeling the ticklish grass
or th cold dirt underneath
running through the rain
feeling the rain smashing on my face
all wet becuase i have no protection
i touched my face and there it was
another source of life
i i...

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Sea of Chaos

Salt the fish
Salt the sea
Sea pea green
Sea like moss
Moss takes over
Moss ground cover
Cover your butt
Cover mine
Mine big diamonds
Mine huge hearts
Hearts of passion
Hearts on fire
Fire the boss
Fire up taters
Taters with eyes
Taters and corn
Corn so sweet
Corn is yellow
Yellow hot sun
Yellow is fun
Fun is gentle
Fun is...

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free breeze,
free mind,
free heart, 
and free boldness,

all sail along the same projection as the world pins 
them tighter together

We are red and sad,
as time rapidly tows by

And we notice that all we have is,
fees to pay,
weird thoughts, 
health to compete with, 
and rods to walk...

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Feelings of despair dredged from the murky dephths of my past
Hoisted through my corroded conscience's porthole
Reconnoitering barge of restitution pushes despondent thoughts through my inner being
Then tows the shame and guilt of my depraved condition to mind's hatch 
The murky dross of yesterday's sins seeps deep...

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