Best Waded Poems

Come to me my child
Rest your head in my lap
My hand strokes your wild curls
Feeling the dampness on your neck
Lamplight caresses your flushed cheeks
Shadows waltzing...

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I rode high up in the saddle,
on a prancing horse known as Pride.
Outside beaming with confidence,
but empty and shaken inside.

An old wise man once told...

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Marmalade 
drips from 
the sky,
and all around me, the world is awash
      in vibrant orange splendor
splashed    ...

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These days you're with me, everywhere I go
I know you're there, although you never speak
Just yesterday we waded Dogwood Creek
It picked me up when I...

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I walk towards you,
as you stand waiting at the center of the bridge.

Beneath my feet, aged timbers span the churning river below.
With each step I...

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I waded with a cross through sea beds
bone-dry now of torrential rains
from last night's summer storm
my arms carrying the boat to treeless banks

And heard whispers...

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We Walked The Night Sands, Moon Shining Down

Walking the white sands by the windy sea
Lost in my deep thoughts of love, you and me
Nights in...

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Houston

I wonder if the summer rain was warm
that poured like Pharaoh’s plagues upon the town
as people waded from their homes in swarms
and small craft was...

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so there I was hanging out
between the door jam 
in between the 
crack and sunlight 
hoping to grow like the skinny weed
trying to break free...

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"Listen to the wind, it talks. Listen to the silence, it speaks. Listen to your heart, it knows." - Native American Proverb

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He was airlifted to another place.
The heaths, the dales,
the high ridges,
all began to slip away
under throbbing wings.

(When you are unearthed,
roots still wriggle,
flecks of native mud
cling...

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Baile con migo, hips made from the rhythm of merengés and cumbias, samba, swagger and a pinch of azucar mixed into my backbone. 
My first...

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Black Bird
Sitting on a wire
Why is your back turned towards me?
Do you wish to hide the intelligence of your eyes,
or do you wish to create...

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On that summer’s day when we first meet and kissed,
I knew you Madelaine as one I could adore.
Against your family’s wishes, I still persisted
in wooing...

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Across the valley
Stood the mountain I believed to be id
Two levels and a summit
Made it appear layered
Like first-dynasty pyramids

It would be a long climb
Step, stumble,...

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