Best Undersides Poems

Assures their breed a place among unknowns,
lest Europe and Asia part of their realms.
Peacock Butterfly, hues-full Inachis,
their uppermost topsides reveal truth bids,
yet undersides are black-like camouflage,
predators amiss, perplexed by mirage,
afears further by fake four eyes on wings,
and hissing sounds. The flower's nectar brings
life spans. They're...

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From evening's very ground it seems
  gathering swelling sounds
waves crescendo-ing, grandeur...

appear the first colors on the horizon
  streaks of magenta lighting up 
undersides of slate-gray clouds
  powerful organ chords struck, playing
a frenzied symphony
  in an ominous sky...

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Venture advances, the future ... occurs,
the White Willow trees, best found by rivers
edge. Salix alba, and 'Tristis' means sad,
hence, 'Weeping', yet the essence seems to add
a picturesque of a draped graceful scene,
nay gloomy but most tranquil, and serene.
The whitish tones of the leaf's undersides
evolved the...

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Villanelle: Live with the borrowed lives made by your own mistakes

Live with the borrowed lives made by your own mistakes
A stranger to your stricken selves a tenant in your body
Disown not the erred life battered by the body’s quakes

The life you can have is not...

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A crack of thunder splits a humid June sky,
shattering into millions of tiny droplets
to the the ground
a desperately needed respite from the early summers heat.
I belonged out here
I knew this as I observed the sugar maples dancing with a pre-storm breeze
as if the world were...

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Two
birds - sleek
ebony,
with tinge of blue,
undersides of red
and dotted tails - dart when
I step out of my back door.
Circling overhead, they soar.  I’d
like a closer look at them, to find
their nest. . .but  just can’t catch that pair at rest!...

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Step silent, listen
for the sizzle-slither
of a sister

snake who listens

soft for me, slides
among stones,
subsides

to undersides
of shadows, striking 
soundless sinuous as 

S, then slips 
away...

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THE NIGHTMARE SLEEPS

saliva drips off perfect white,
gleaming white, false fangs.

blood would fill, his full moon night.
breathless he sleeps,
bone-straight, crossed arms.
deep-brown rings on antique-satin.

his nightmares fly, only by night,
as the living dread his piercing sight.

their feet long to scream and run,
but once his eyes
toy with their...

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The enchanted forest
Of Le Drizzle Aleaf,
Where trees become giants 
And the roots become feet,
And the sky is distorted
By foliage sheets
Overlapping in rhythmic
Melody with the breeze.
And the trees, oh the trees
A vastness to see,
Abundant in creation 
Coloured green with envy,
And the ground
Decomposing;
A few metres deep
Begs for...

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The brook claps over the tumbled rock bed
applauding the Spring thaw 
like a gaggle of Irish revelers;
setting the man high marsh grass 
to dance a slip jig in the bonnie breeze.

Returning Canadian geese chorus overhead
saluting the rippling waves
in the slate gray pond.
The white undersides of...

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The Laurels in my garden line the fence,
resplendent in their leaves of vivid green,
the undersides are coloured less intense
and on the gentle days, they hang unseen.
But, come the fiercer wind from the south west,
the boughs bend to its will, nowhere to hide,
both trees yield to...

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The undersides of school chairs
   all gooey with gum
We thought it such fun
   back in sixty-one

In sixty-two we tore fruit loops
   from the backs of girls' shirts
The innocent way
   we first learned to flirt

In sixty-three we all...

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patch of blue sky
behind acacia foliage
turns ominously black,
winds wail, winds blow,
impatient, agitated,
flipping up undersides
of shaken leaves;

deluge comes,
crack and dazzle,
ripping away twigs,
tearing down branches,
lightning blasting away
at everything standing
upright in its way....

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Broken glass tiles for your smile
Conch shell ears in pearly pink
Onyx mirror windows for your eyes
Butter yellow ribbons for your hair

Raw bamboo still green make up your arms
Sailor's knots in ropes, your veins to breathe
Apples, red delicious for your cheeks
Silver scales of fish each paper...

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