Best Weeks Poems

"Dream 1: 4 Weeks in Positano"



Kisses long linger warm lips tasted intense
so sweet like cured Valencia Oranges
lips liquored triple sec not dry drunk on love
softly grazed, then held long

slow, deep, warm and wet

The story is written on bodies
as they walk down the streets
that story written...

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I had an alien for two weeks before I realized how unusual she was.
I wish I could be a mouse in the corner, I had said, and I was.
My alien gave me a cracker, patted me on the head, and reminded me
Once again, how important...

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Stopping by early, soon it will be Christmas Day,

Shiny gifts, inviting bows, ‘neath the tree do lay,

Hot, mulled apple cider in red glass, deer mugs.

Magnificent family with endless,warm, love hugs!

Roast beef, just glowing with luscious juice.

Sad absence of cousins, Maggie and Bruce!

The peace and love...

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For two weeks o'er Christmas; let's straighten the bend, or flatten the curve
Lets just get on the mend.' Give amazon and others a holiday space
And more Important yourselves' just step off the goods race
For there's   two weeks of freedom, maximise it and how'
Hit...

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Ben and Cora Green had seven children, like calendar pages turning;
Each one born on a different weekday, like mango sun, forever burning.

Zoe was pretty, with big eyes and dimples, while Leah loved dancing,
Yet, Bill was sort of a pessimist; like when mystic trouble is glancing.

Edward...

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any news is good
as long as I know life's there
back in my hometown...

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Dear Poetry Soup: I was wondering what formula you use to choose Best Poets
Here, including Best New Poets and Best Poets in last 2 weeks. In other words what
is the criteria you use that determines these rankings? I'm sure that many new members
who post here...

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I woke up this morning
Tired as a wolf-hound
After the chase.
The day is as stark
As an unfinished concerto.

Mondays are like that,
They are the beginning--
An unwrapped gift.
The weekend is an abandoned beach
And dirty snow pushed aside.

A new and well-oiled axle is turning.
My wheels are turning.
It is a...

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Week six.  
There is a natural disaster occurring, tsunamis of 
morning queasiness Monday through Friday, Tuesday's
lunch on my favorite pants, denial dances on the weekends.
It was Sunday. One word, two syllables causes a tornado 
of emotions, hurricanes of tears hit my hands and pours...

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Brutal winds snap frozen branches,
no drowsy Tree Sparrows soak up sun rays;
I shiver wondering if they can survive...
somewhere huddled together to stay alive!

The Hudson River has the slowest flow in several years,
it struggles to reach the huge Atlantic Ocean that roars;
there all the boats are...

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What have you done to my life
When I think about it, it cuts like a knife
Don’t you have a heart
Or am I just not that smart
For six weeks I sold myself
Defiantly not on the shelf
Needles in my arms
As dangerous as firearms
Had to find a shower
I...

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“2 weeks notice”

It’s the polite amount time to give before you move on,
Before you no longer have obligations to uphold with people you soon want to forget
But those are those people and I am me and unlike everyone else
I wonder
Why was I not worth it?
My...

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Six more weeks of winter for us
the groundhog says without a fuss
maybe his prediction will come true
but if it doesn't , what can we do

try to stay warm on the cold, cold days
that means more power we must pay
ice, and snow we have no control
just...

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It was only suppose to be for two weeks, that was the promise,
      and she was suppose to be very quiet and have a small appetite;
well that turned out to be a lie- she eats like a bear after hibernation,
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Put your Mr. Happy back in your pants
Must know to be careful when you try to dance
The dance of passion
Your dancing's been rationed
To save your heart must know many weeks in advance


© Jack Ellison 2015...

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