Best Trays Poems

between the plant pots and the trays
the cobwebs had seen better days
and for all the wood and damp and soil
the smell was one of paint and oil 
as flies and wasps lying in state
were curled up past their fly-by-date
and nails and screws and metal hooks
shared...

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In a world bejeweled 
with tainted trinkets,
and feigned flowers,
we follow the 
wailing waves below 
whirling wind,
like secluded silhouettes,
stranded on the
cusp of chaos,
unable to find the sparkling
streak of hyacinth hope-
between dusk and dawn. 

Perhaps there is a
reason why I stopped
rewriting runes with
cashmere conclusions, 
as I’ve long...

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“ANTE BELLUM”


BEIGEBest served where it can’t be seen
On Stirling Silver platters
With redruM narcotics
Delivered by sharp Blood-Red
Well-mannered talons
Strutting in sleek wet rolling tight-skirted
Long French Silk Stockinged legs all the way down to 
Lethal Six Inch stilettos -
Manolo Blahniks -
Shiny Pearls of cream glisten
Around the Chanel Milk...

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Were I a restaurant proprietor
Al fresco and exclusively for poets
My menu would be cryptic metaphors
Original from memories echoic

Spring rhymes of happy times and brighter days
Fresh summer sonnets mostly bittersweet
Then autumn prose on multicolored trays
Some winter villanelle hor dourves for treats

And if you come your muse...

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The Age of Summer Love Was Kismet Kissed:

Our summer love began in Gemini 
with sultry eves of wooing escapades,
and as the moon did swoon as it drew nigh
my lust you stirred with strumming serenades.

Romance as rich as black queen tulip skies
adorned with precious gems of...

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a city 
hungover 
wakes slowly 
to silence
and lights that 
keep watch
over night

the red
and red amber
the green
amber 
red
on still streets with
no traffic in sight.

railings and
stone steps 
lead down to a 
basement 
where graffiti
conceals a
locked door

and where bins
overflowing
with bottles
and chip trays 
spew half eaten 
food
to the floor.

a...

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The Age Of Summer Love Was Kismet Kissed
(a Sonnet duet)


Our summer love began in Gemini 
with sultry eves of wooing escapades,
and as the moon did swoon as it drew nigh
my lust you stirred with strumming serenades.

Romance as rich as black queen tulip skies
adorned with precious...

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despair hangs heavy 
in the air these days
 
but the only path
is through they say

an intruder in the midst
blowing his cold still drip 
into the ivy

teardrops overwhelm tilted ice trays
gently gathering each
hoping for a catch and release

a heavy hand presenting an uncertain voice
faint in the...

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Like a lost firefly my mind strays 
Concealed like a ripe walnut
My heart is shelled by enclosure 

Waiting to be cracked open... 
To be served on platinum trays 
For whom ever needs some exposure

 
My donation of hope and faith... 
Or perhaps you need just...

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My Grammy, smiling so whole
Creates the best pecan pies
A treat I cannot control,
When she plans a big surprise.

Those wrinkled, age-old fingers
Blend honey and nuts on trays
I wonder what secrets lie there,
As add-ons pile a display.

In the oven, goodies heat
Utopia in the making
Even young Sis tries...

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I see a pair of Pink and Greys
They fly on by my way
They seem to be so filled with health
To me they do have so much wealth

They're so majestic in the sky
As I see them flying by
And when they land upon a branch
It really puts...

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'Twas the night before Christmas, and ...


(THE REQUEST)

Reclining my hammock, very still
(Far too lax to persuade its swing)
I contemplate my Mai Tai's chill
And what I'll plead dear Santa bring ...

Hmmm ...

My hut, provisioned with all I need
Near enough, the white sand beach
A Tahitian wife -...

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I walk the lane 'neath giant oaks,
vast canopies of green,
and view the mansion at path's end,
a sight I've never seen.

My mind begins to picture
those precious days of old,
the owner of this grand house
with history yet foretold.

Of Southern Belles in ball gowns,
young men in dapper dress,
music...

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In our late teens
We’d all doll up
Half moons at our heels
Spit shined our shoes
Bell bottom pants
Precisely creased
Bright shirts with poofy sleeves
Hitting the snooker halls
And other local hangouts
Smoking cigarettes
So groovy and so cool
Radio blaring from our cars
Chick magnets
Destination
A&W drivethru
Rolled down windows
Waiting for our trays
Burgers and root...

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Dear Folks:  I pen this note as we ply the dark and stormy sea.
Thanks to Uncle Sam I'm cruising on the Queen Mary, all for free.
You'd think we'd travel in style on such a luxurious tub,
But I'll tell you about life aboard and what...

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