Best Underlay Poems

When the leaves fall, 
I feel their green call to me
unto death. 
Whispering that what was fresh 
is no more. 
I hear their silence, see...

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Please do not stress Mother dearest

As i do not want to add to your woes

But the dog has just come in covered
in ticks and fleas

And...

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Once thicket thickened            
         Mossy, leafy
...

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Penelope Alecknavage nee perskin whose death aye assay
to comprehend, this son of the late Harriet Harris - 
   November thirteenth 2016 marked her...

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Once thicket thickened,
           Mossy, leafy
          ...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXXIII

IF you pull a long non-plussed face
Astrophysicists declare Science no Absolute Truths underlay
Big-Crunch might on Big-Bang back...

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1234 CLUCK. Decisive time for sea monsters on a cruise to seventh bay. No ... NO..... towering underlay on carpets. It might sink the cabbage...

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Thoughts are electric that's 4 times gravity... talk about defying the laws! 
How mad is we, right now!? Bet ya not as mad as me,...

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Images of ghosts fly behind my eyes
I shudder
sometimes it's cold here 
below the belly of warm eyes.

If you could would you transcend?
Slip in between the...

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A box a ribbon a card
A dozen white carnations
Attractive underlay for
Twelve sweetheart roses
Soft silky red petals
Delicate tiny buds
On the card not a word
Only an initial
She...

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Lost Value 
The sun coughed 
a blob of mucus flew out 
landed on a mountain top
 set it afire, 
and for miles, total devastation.
Rain cooled...

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There are gaps in the particleboard;
quince wads fill the breaches.
Nicotine newspapers underlay the linoleum.
It's a rented place, he tiptoes
around its yellow layers.

He has a friend...

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Hence, I plunge into imagination to encumber suffering,
Athwart are the horizons wider than my pride,
I, one but three, such a symbolic trope, the Trinity,
A gorgeous...

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There is a part of me,
an obscure mossy part
that is an underlay,
a lichen-like carpeting
of scud and muddy surf
that some might call soul.

Within that membranous sub-coat
neither...

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Monochrome scenes blanch
but color is there as an underlay
of my own viewing history.
Black and white movies,
old even when I watched them
flicker still on an inner...

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