Best Unrolled Poems

Where hazel bushes mix with sturdy oaks
and beech trees densely grow in shades of green
the fairy flowers come in early spring
attired in clothes of violet-blue...

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hopeful plans unrolled

     dawn awaits ~

          the new you debut




July 3, 2019
Magicicada13...

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Where are you, Spring?
Nor'westerly, with icy blade it carves
through puny shields of woolly hats and scarves
gives brief respite, then pierces yet again,
brings tears to eyes...

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I left my home, the world to roam
it’s been now twelve years gone.
From a boy to a man
was a dreadful short span,
as I journeyed to...

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Poems from old and yellowed
Chinese scrolls make me sad,
make me sad: stored in shiny,
lacquered boxes of perfumed teak,
they crumble when unrolled.
And the hands that must...

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I can remember it like it was yesterday.....

Listening to a hard rock "all-night" radio station,
boppin' back from college to my hometown in the middle
of the...

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 to my son, Tito 


A handful of sand in the angel's palm,
how often you strummed and sifted the metaphor 
of Long Beach (since you...

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The children whose skin was brown
Had no choice in how they lived
Taken at a young age to serve a man
Who took all they had as...

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Not till the loom was silent
And the shuttle ceased to fly
When history unrolled the scroll
And reveals the reason why.
The darkest thread as needful
In the weavers...

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Now that the Owl was sleeping Dumpty felt a bit restless, which was hardly surprising considering he was a ghost, he wandered over again to...

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If it is off, I must turn it on.
If it is on, I must turn it off.
If it is folded, I must unfold it.
If it...

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E ach pebbled path awaits the fall mum without momentum
L anguishing until the fall of foot brings them a pace.
A ll static objects seek the...

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There's a story id like to tell,
about a strong and brave marine,
a man to be called a true hero,
for all hes been through and seen.
You...

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He wallowed in the dirt
With the sand and the muck
Saying brother can you spare a buck?
He say I ain't got the time
Well how 'bout a...

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Desire sometimes to go back to my engineering college days,
Desire sometimes to go back to my junior college days,
Desire sometimes to go back to my...

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