Best Volume Poems

I often scribble in the sand 
The words I find so hard to say
And hope the wind will come along 
And blow them all your...

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He read her like a book 
as her wistful words poured forth
from deep within the pages
of her tender seeking soul.

He lay mesmerized 
as her paragraphs...

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In memory of----

Solely in my room, I can't stomach the sound of my pulse
I sit here alone to forget the taste of air.
Overwhelm by the...

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I lift you up, delicately
like a bouquet of flames in pink patient fever,
romantically, I rove your surface with fingertips that tingle,
the texture of your treated...

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Speak in my dark night
   Color your quiet words
      without sight

Touch my wide open eyes 
  ...

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In memory of---- all lives taken by unfair justice.

 Solely in my room, I can't stomach the sound of my pulse
 I sit here alone...

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I drove home from a party one winters night
I'd had quite a few drinks but I felt alright
It was pouring rain as I approached our...

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It was late in gorgeous springtime, and I was teaching my class,
A lesson in African history, and the events of time's hourglass.

My fourth graders were...

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“When I am silent, I fall into the place where everything is music.”
Rumi

If life was a song,
what would be your refrain?

When instruments of fate performed
in...

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Ghost knight, playing Tolkienesque chords
over common, white noise,

I still hear you, cosmic brother,
strumming the songs of pentagrams 
       ...

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Chug-a-lug, Chug-a-lug – 
no matter the fly in our
President's mug, the bug in 
his thinking...my reflecting on
his ailing brain, and it's obvious
volume shrinking:

Those mindless, confusing...

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I recognize a tune from album of your songs
And listen intently to impressionist sounds
As you hop scotch from branch to branch
Like a child all excited,...

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Dangling from fragile threads 
soaked in suppressed emotions
I weigh my limited options
as flashes from the past flicker 
behind a barrier of uncertainty. 
In swirling mist...

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They would ripen all at once
under a hot sun and hang
in a sugary glut only for a day 
or two before starting to spoil. 
I...

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Poetry is a Risky Business

The Recipe for Poetry

Open stereo
Turn volume medium high
Poor 3 shots of whiskey
Add 2 bottles of wine
Open 1 bag of chips
Add one...

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