Best Visits Poems

                 Was it really you dad? Not merely just a dream,

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Awakening with heart and mind a-spin,
methought midst some psychotic malady.
"What hellish afterlife am I now in"?
Yon passerby said "2023".
Eyes fixed on "mobile phones" with no regret,
here, plays are viewed at home on a "TV",
events viewed from afar by "internet",
and almost no one reading poetry.
In thund'rous...

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We got some visits from two gods of wind -
fall’s Notus and the winter’s Boreus -
One hot, the other cold; here’s what happened
when they arrived; it was not glorious!

The south wind, Notus, a destructive one,
consumed our crops and left us a small drought.
Old Boreas then,...

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Flat Stanley needed some time off
to have a little fun.
Cassidie thought her grandpa
would be the very one
to show him the sights and glories of
a great metropolis.
So she sent him off to Seattle
with a farewell wave and kiss.

Now I don't know all that Grandpa did
to show...

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My miss for Daddy is twenty years old
with its feel constant in my heart’s deep hold.
To hear his voice and be in his presence,
would be a gift of boundless abundance.
Still, he’s exactly where he belongs –
I should not alter the mission he’s on.

There are others...

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Just Visiting

While my visiting days are over,
I am left with another gift,
Fantasizing as a butterfly
Landing softly on a cruise ship.

I don’t drive down the Texas highways,
Where once bluebonnets thrilled,
Though in my mind I still see them,
Spreading on a hill.

A visit to my daughter is two-fold...

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Kentucky's late summer sunshine
sunk deep into their skin
as the boy rode on the back
of his Grandfather's coppered horse,
the tobacco harvest would begin soon,
aromas of sweet leaf darkness
were wafting in the field heat,
to the big barn they bounced
buoyant for the business of bushels
crafted by a lineage...

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In late on a late night from a long journey,
Barely in the door 
She's telling funny stories of her own misfortunes.
The comedy of errors that harried her homewards.


The young woman who will always be our child
Has the lot of us laughing
When we should be asleep
At...

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Well Hello Doctor Seuss,
May I offer you a Juice?
It’s has been a while,
Since you visited in style,
And I’ve words to say,
That I’ve kept for this day,
So let me begin,
I almost feel like kin!

You have come from Feven,
But in actual fact Heaven,
And you look so pell
Debonair...

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Poetry is the fashion
The pope, the last bastion
Out with the old
In with the aborted

Crowds gather in anticipation
Poet Arthur recites To Patrick's Nation
England you see
Believes in the Orange and the free

They shout and they cheer
His fans are waiting for whiskey dear
Redheads filled with dragon tempers
A delight...

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Rivers joyfully flow

Roses again bloom

Spring visits again!...

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Dracula had the most terrible toothache,
so he booked to see his dentist Mr Payne.
An evening appointment was requested;
as Dracula only rose after the sun had set

When Dracula walked through the door
a blast of garlic breath hit him in the face;
Dracula bit his lip as he...

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Bronco Don visits….

A cancer took my father away,
The smokers curse he had to pay,
But he returns, we hear him still,
When he pulls my big toe,
With subtle skill,
As he did when I was little,

“Come on boy up you get,”
In dream we are horse riding yet,
Left handed...

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A LADY VISITS MARIA CLEMM
Your darling Eddie's grave is there,
buried beneath the church's care,
though claimed to be a nobler plot,
'tis underneath the church, and not,
the sight a memory should share!

But look yourself, your eyes are for
the seeing truth, in Baltimore,
beneath the cinders, dust, and grime,
dressed...

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Each night when darkness falls 
I'm plagued by terror and turmoil
vexed in a crazed state of slumber
tossing and turning, my life in crux
chafed and chased in turbulent dreams

It always begins when I close my eyes
and sense a lurking shadowed presence 
I see the outline of...

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