Best Unpinned Poems

'Twas our Christmas Eve dinner; we all had sat down
at the table to eat. Grandma couldn’t be found!
We children were fussing; Dad rose to his feet.
shouting, “Where are you, Ma? We’re ready to eat!”

When from the next room we heard such a noise
Jenny squealed, “Santa...

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 I wish you were an echo
of the voice within my heart
Repeating drumming love-notes
Calling me softly from afar.

I wish you were my shadow
Playing Hide and Seek
Shaping my every curve
in the heated night of sleep.
Chasing me till sunrise
by little candle-lights
Gently leaning closer
Always by my side.

I wish...

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I am a flake of winter snow
on cold and driven wind.
I've been cool drops of rain so slow
from darkened clouds unpinned.

I am the sting of frigid sleet
that makes one's skin so raw.
I've been the course of waters fleet
as winter yields to thaw.

I am the face...

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She said,
love gives us wings
therefore lover,
we belong to the heavens...

Let us abandon
this frozen world
and fix ourselves
among the ceaseless blue stars...

Higher and higher
into the sky
you and I
will eternally fly...

Let us not
come too close to the sun
we may burn the tips of our wings
stay and be safe...

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I am Nimbus, gathering my black ruffled gown
preparing to race against the whistling wind.
My tears threaten to come tumbling down
and dark tendrils untamed; have come unpinned.
My bereavement wails as thunder hammers the skies.
Twin scepters of lightning flash in my mournful eyes.

I twirl in rhythmic dance...

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We had fun when we were young,
When seemed life had just begun.
We danced nights at the beach,
So filled with dreams to reach!

Reckless once, against the wind,
Hair untamed, wild, unpinned;
We were rebels.  We were free,
We weren't stuffy bourgeoisie!

Took a ride down Lover's Lane;
Scattered petals in...

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"The Book of Changes"

Thoughts arrived before words,
1000s of years before
the crossing of curves

always seen to be 
swimming upstream 
against the current

thoughts … and feelings,
in the flow, always arrive 
before words, they are cast 

in the lines, like some divination, 
hexagrams etched, embedded
in the yin and...

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Telepathic Music

Drip-drop, drip-drop
On the the tin roof 
Above our rustic garages
We sat on our couches
Silently gazing at the sloping lawns
Overlooking the rivulet
Warming our hands
On our mugs of 
Aromatic costa rican coffee
My teenaged cherub 
Sprang up at the sound of
Tin-tin, tinkle-tinkle
Jingling of our wind-chimes
Our aural garden...

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Grandma sits outside
Sun cast glows on long tendrils
I watch from doorway
Unpinned tresses flowing loose
Past beauty remembered still
....

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she …

stood on tiptoe ...
her hair knot, now unpinned, softly burst
tawny, gold-streaked tresses
tumbling down her shapely form
coming to sassy rest upon her rounded backside
and on the cool of his hand 'bout her waist
his deft index and middle fingers
twirled her tanzanite and rhenium hair pin
pinky finger...

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She breaks away and builds the framework
And dances outside of the lines
"Consider the future, don't dawdle, lil' flower"
But she ignores their fears and signs
Like a bird that knows no direction
Or a horse who runs 'gainst the wind
But can still remember a life once lived
She lives...

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They call us 'rents'.
Less kind than kin.
Their words obscured in part
Though their tongues
Are hinged and unpinned.
As if they could think,
But not fully speak,
Their minds formed--
Simple, 
Mono-syllabic their words,
Concatenated words,
Puffing and cheeky words.
As if, tongues are burdensome, 
Spared the effort spent.
Lips to move--hard pressed,
Breathing steady, no...

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My wife, my huntress, rides the Holy Wind,
But still, daisies adorn her thick brown hair!
Her muslin robes blow out, her hair's unpinned,
Let dark thoughts try to chase her, if they dare!
For she outrides them all, strews flowers like hopes
And, with her hunting-dogs, argent, and gold,
She...

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A Tribute To A Major Appliance

Long live my awesome stove!
A gift from His mother, and 
Intentions not as dark as hell.
Cooking and burning, as you see,
Will go hand in hand, 
Till my very last breath.
Inseparable lovers!
Aah! Start with a matchstick,
And a finger would get burnt.
Bless...

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THE LIGHT

The constellations unchanging shape the night
Constant in our sight

But in cosmic time stars whirl as leaves in wind
Random flux unpinned

So are all the schemes of men, kings or magi
Mere ephemerae?

The question: matter or spirit, gives me pause
Which one is the cause?

The constellations unchangIng shape...

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