Best Unerring Poems

Crisp ...
You lay like solemn ashes
'Neath glass ... spotless, sacred
Dried to bright hues ...
The shades of her lips in chill autumn air
(Winter, whisp'ring soft)
Edges crimped ...
Like the hems of her pleated tartan skirt
You are the vestige, precious
Of a moment ...
A final moment of love, true
Sweaty,...

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hanging from the foliage
in your hundreds
repainting the leaves
in bright shades
of black and orange
with your waterproof
gossamer wings
of four inch span
so fragile and 
yet so strong
enabling you  
to journey south
across america
from canada to mexico 
breeding new generations
as you travel 
thousands of miles
with unerring accuracy
to the exact...

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Of all of the beautiful seasons, I like summertime the best.
As with blooms, greenery, and bird talk, it is richly blest.

When comes dazzlingly warm weather, life moves out of doors,
For the gardens we vacated in winter, are blooming as before.

Days are long and beautiful, and...

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If tomorrow's sun should falter
and fail to light the morning sky;
if the stars their courses alter
and, erratic, collide and die;
if the moon, that fair pretender,
slips naked, aimless, through the night,
disrobed of all her splendor
and frigid from the lack of light;
still may my soul go on...

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It was late in the perpetual summer, and I had been dozing,
On a blue and balmy afternoon, as I lulled on my porch swing.

When from my pleasurable dreams, I was eventually aroused,
By sweet breezes that blew past, the place where I drowsed.

With a sigh of...

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I’m sure you’ve heard of the Great King Arthur and Lancelot’s well-known fame.
But there was yet another knight, of great glory and great fame, never named.
His name was whispered constantly, everywhere, around those hollowed halls.
For no one wanted to be near when he passed by,...

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When Dragon communed with nature, all the pigeons came home with him.
And from our daily feeding of wild birdseed, they decided to take their fill.
Unfortunately, they did discover, they liked it, a little bit, way too much!
So they moved onto our wires and trees, completely...

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Absolutes
	
		1
	
	Darkness dominates 
	the earthly cycle at year’s end. 
	This is true 
	no matter how many fools 
	legislate otherwise.
	
		2
	
	Dogs have unerring internal clocks
	and finite bladders.
	
	
	Taken together,
	these absolutes of nature
	guarantee that I’ll witness 
	every dawn from November to March
	regardless of my
	preferences or exhortations.
	
	I don’t have a problem...

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Embers of Time


As our time dissolves to embers, we reflect on what we have wrought.
Will we even get to Heaven after all the craziness we have sought?

Will our children and theirs’ try to follow in our misbegotten ways?
Or did we help to steer them to...

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Said a Cod to a wise old Eel,
I would like to know how you feel?
Though people snack on dips,
Lots more eat fish and chips.
They say it has great meal appeal!

Said the Eel to the wise old Cod,
I find that unusually odd.
I've never had to worry,
As...

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so where is it now,
that burst of loud birdsong
so happy and cheerful, once
contained in your small breast?

where is that sunshine,
your unerring warmth and light
that flooded everything
you saw and touched?

who stole that beautiful smile,
those bright eyes,
that energy deep within you,
the star that shone?

what happened to cloud...

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Momma went trappin' till noon,
fer Ring Neck Ducks ~ en gone fishin',
        also trappin’ fat coon…
so she was a dragin' er ole’ berlap
full - of game, as well, 'like money in…
'er til' ~ by thee light, of ay...

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Strumming air enriching vision, full on pollen heading back;
Bees antenna are unerring always on their sky-way track,
World within a world their workplace, the link with every living plant
A hive alive was placed in Eden, I never saw; but that's true I grant'
Oxygen flows around the...

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Heat Lightening
by Michael R. Burch

Each night beneath the elms, we never knew
which lights beyond dark hills might stall, advance,
then lurch into strange headbeams tilted up
like searchlights seeking contact in the distance . . .

Quiescent unions . . . thoughts of bliss, of hope . ....

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It was raining like a banshee, or so Grandpa Troll did say.
But Dragon wanted it gone, until after school started one day.
Yes, we needed the rain, for it was dry as dry can surely be.
But Dragon wanted to set it right, for his summer ending...

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