Best Welt Poems

~Chasing Bigfoot~

Across the Bayou Waters
Into vast trails of wilderness
I follow a sound, a sullen scent  
---footprints

He was out there,
hairy large and in charge

Drugs under...

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Brighter than a fall bonfire but with the chill of ice, 
the winter sun haloes a gray and barren woodland;
throbbing, almost hesitant, with a florescent...

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Grab that whimsey, don't wipe the blow.
The feeling, of fear, starts to grow
Creepy tendrils that dart around
In your head, they can't be bound

Unleash the power...

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Her chopsticks are at the ready.
Her hands are good and steady.
She likes to knit her noodles!
The task has just begun...

She starts off with a mango...

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Her wedding day was beautiful, when she wed her beau,
Innocent and trusting, so little did she know
About the man who had stolen away her tender...

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I stood amidst the maddening crowds

 drowned in cries of disarray....

 Something about this gentle captive

 Encouraged me to stay.

 Through the crimson rivets flowing

...

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My Parent

The rules said “one parent not two”
Good for me as I only had you
No selection; no one to choose
Who is this parent; just follow...

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Neither Tray or I take any guff from adults, especially adults in authority; it’s a result of having had the belt when you are young,...

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The task begins with awareness, and freedom without it is harmful. So let us not look back in fury or forward in panic, but rather...

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He stepped on my finger,
So I bit off his toe.
He screamed and threw fits
And told everyone I know.

He tripped on my knee,
So I gave him...

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Heartfelt
Love welt....

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Dark, my heart,  that makes chocolate jealous
And I so sweet,  sugar refuses to melt.
Red, my blood, that makes cut roses cuss,
And I pierce...

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How unparticular the day had particularly been,

On March the third of two-thousand and eighteen,

For the caretaker at an historic Adirondack Inn,

Had lacked company, and therefore,...

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Through Their Eyes

The Poetry Murders Part 3 in the series

Murder She Wrote

It was a dark night with a full moon
The alley narrow, my hopes high
My...

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The thunder pounded in the night,
impending storm, a tension felt.
The darkness trembled with delight
as clouds protruded like a welt,
and air with trepidation dealt.

The thunder pounded...

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