Best Waxing Poems

The Moon is almost...

Sullen skies forewarn the frozen shroud.
 Gale November winds sway bare limbed
trees, whistling in chorus with arrows of
Geese straining to steer south.

The familiar sound of the revolving lead 
Goose never wavers, but for tonight.

 A strange howl emanates from the current
commander, abandoning...

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It seems you are not taxed enough
But the government knows what to do
and even though the times are tough
The state needs revenue.

We'll bring to law, a knowledge tax
On each concept that you grasp
And then put forth an oxygen tax
For every breath  you gasp

I envision...

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Ask you men do ye yet ken still acting in the right?
Of better days and other ways
We faced each day and night
Whispered secrets of delight enchanted dreams of youth
Wisps of withered warps of worth
Without the ring of truth
Who owns it now? that treasured gem
That gleam...

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waxing crescent moon
peck kissed by the golden star 
in the Sunday night














4-10-2016...

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There's a waxing crescent moon tonight;
My grandson spied it first.
He pointed skyward with such glee
You'd think he'd been rehearsed.

Of course he didn't have the words
(He's nineteen months of age),
But show him once and sure enough,
His interest you'll engage.

He didn't know the waxing part
But many grown-ups,...

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Having been lacking hearing since childhood
not completely but without it in full
remember Xrays at six showing irregularity
but nothing could be done where I stood

Only partial deaf on my right side
which was to my detriment to learn
but left school at 15, to be at work
so was...

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My soul waxes and wanes with the moon
But it is never truly full
And when I see that glowing orb in the sky
I wish that I could feel its pale light
But I am always left in shadow
I am only a reflection of a once full person
Like...

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O 
Heat!
Discord!
My mind splayed
As un-private pools  
Drifting full of littered life bits
Turned upward toward the sun, to develop naturally
Then evaporating back into my head as new thoughts, waiting for a finer point.

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entered in Matt Caliri's Contest "The Contest of New Terrains"...

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Beautify here beautify there
Beautify here and everywhere
I luv my wax I'm no intrudah
Man I luv my cute bermuda
I think it's really kinda hip
Man I luv my landing strip
The only wax I cannot hack 
Is the dreaded wax
Back sack and crack......

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The amazing way we came to know
We each had some place else to go

where eternal sparks of passion’s fire
too hot to quench with earthly flesh

We understood our wants and needs
Taking eternity into account
never crossed our minds
when we evaluated our lives

We now step back and evaluate
our...

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Gaping open raw war exhales vapors 
In the frigid gray stillness excavating
My souls for the unseen harvest
Reflected in the leaves desiccating

Through walls of fogs pale faces stare
And disappear like a random shiver
Like a slick violin string vibrating sad
-ness like a portent of a sickness open

-ing...

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Waxing Lyrical



‘Tis true
Thou arte more fair than this high ridden morn
More enamoured of you ‘pon a suns corona
This heart beating is

And with mirth does it rise
Its resuscitation on a break-ed light
Bandies nought with shade
But cavorts thus on a mysteries wing

Flight of angels thou do become
By...

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I cannot see the moon.

(but I know she’s there.)


I can’t see you, either....

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the moon is made of lovers' wishes
Gorgonzola, and other dishes
heard knighted lines of ardent passion
of tears and wars of lusted action

fallen harvest moon shines emphatically
a golden cornucopia spilled chromatically
dancing fires with nights painted pagan
and gifted artistic jilted lovers beggin'

timelessly written in songs and tomes
those emotive...

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O Icarus, young Icarus flying so high,
As an eagle, in the sunny blue sky, rising.
Waxing strongly in his vigorous youth, so bold;
Fearless, he failed to hear his fine father’s sure truth.
Alas too late he learned his fate, clearly seen
As he plunged into the oblivious sea.
His...

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