Best Trusses Poems

Dappled sunlight on emerald leaves,
Rhododendron trusses painted in rainbows.
Daffodil ablaze in golden glory,
Roses dipped in  dark burgundy.

Garden of beauty a temptation to all,
Vivid colours...

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Tired timbers creak and groan;
lonely bones now brittle,
once proud and strong when
bearing the harvest weight.
The wagons and muscular engines
were no burden for my
young and supple...

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I watched you this morning.

When the cool of the air settled on the morning buds
leaving only the hint of moist stolen kisses
as golden rays slowly...

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I've spanned these banks for many years,
made evident in the rusty tin adorning my roof 
My sides are scarred , colors been stripped
from angry storms...

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A Grisly Tapeworm	


In Anger and in Hatred, a Tapeworm I see 
Unless internally hosted, its Life will not be.
From egg it starts Life, ‘fore an...

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The augury of him in Crimea was so
That Ekaterina said she was tired of sandwiches
But I did have black tea, black Latvian bread with her...

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MY VOODOO BRIDE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



Married only three hours still in jubilation
My beautiful bride natures finest creation
A seaplane trip to an island just east of Haiti
I...

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Dice and pieces, blown on trusses
Numbers and feathers, trots and roaming
Spice with dashes, thrown in sashes
Dots and wreaths, clots and breaths reeming...

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To rest awhile

In my Moondust’s arms

In a meadow of flowers

A shady tree

Watching her smile

 

I wove star flowers

In to her hair

She wove me into her...

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In a remote village
I recently visited
all the houses tin roof
over wooden trusses
ekra bamboo walling,
mud plastered.
At the roadside installed
a community water tap.
The nature in that village
not...

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Lines of steel stale with rust
Eavesdropping on former voices
That echo long forgotten stories
Of Hobo's and their riding blind choices

Rails drumming a steady pulse
Somewhere between thunders...

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It was a seed of love from where the wild flower garden sprang            ...

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Sometimes I like to go walking 
In search of a quiet place
To free myself for a little while
From the entanglements of this race.
Occasionally, I find...

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Discarded

flipped right through
like one of fifty two
nothing but spite brews
as lies spew and prides bruise

every bit as bitter as I seem
the tension teems and splits...

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A work of art for all to see
That spans across; what can it be?
Functional beauty with history
Its help to man is no mystery.

Bridges, beautiful Bridges!

Bridges...

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