Best Warps Poems

As I sit upon these old porch steps, that I have always known
A weathered stoop, with gray floorboards, that shake with every wind
These creaks and...

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Maybe not once in a lifetime,
                   ...

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Part One.

A silent yawn, the moon awakes.
Compels its patron planet's shape.
As oceans shift by its command
And with its might recasts the land.
 
Below the lunar...

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The Warp and The Weft

The warp and the weft are different but both thread
Choose any colour you like, through the blues to the red
The warp...

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Wandering the virtual
green fields of home,
I open the farmyard gate
fall into a haze of retrospect.
I see a “LMS Black Five” Locomotive
bellowing upon a utilized line,
ghostly...

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There was no closure of a proper goodbye. 
 I tried, but... 
 no reply. 

 Your body became limp and cold as 
 a...

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" Like a fish caught in a cruel net; 
or a bird caught in a trap,  
in the same way a person can...

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How many have ever heard the song "Somewhere in Time?"
       It's a song with only music and with no...

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"I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know,...

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Sometimes there is freedom in a simple walk.
No speaking, just listening in your mind you talk.
All alone with peace all around you.
No rules, no limits...

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Slowing down the motor,
running low on gas

The lies, the HOV lane,
the truth off in the grass

The speed counterproductive,
it warps and then transforms

The magic in the...

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A shored life
awakes the old
patience is a virtue

a wondrous light
a way for the world
one way passage

yielding trifles
abundant returns
nameless faceless

novelties in scrolls
constant to air
The Book of...

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Recumbent, crippled: a conscious corpse 
Life calling for me to follow 
Mentality, it warps 
Why does my skull feel hollow? 
As I wait for the...

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The porch, 
Columns of trees, holding the wainscoting ceiling for years;
	Reflects his strength.

Wind now rips the bark from their bodies;
	As illness wore away his vigor.

Tongue...

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An icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.
This...

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