Best Willy Nilly Poems

from north to East-west
a journey without substance
haphazardly...

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That's all we have when you come right down to it:
little pieces of life, random moments we dare call--
memories!

But what are these fragments, these snippets...

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oh. dear. gawd.

another patently
meaningless
crush of stanzas, jam-packed with
adjectives and color words
straight from Roget's,
strung together in
strands of misuse and
improper context -
syntax-scraping adverbs and
prepositions dangled
at inhuman angles,
rushing...

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I.
He was patient very-very
with child's tenderness in eyes
yellow winged angel's unwary,
He was living quiet in skies.
Without disputes, without roughness, 
without want to weep and moan,
He...

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The sylvan landscape stretched for miles
reached across golden fields by stiles.
Leaves carpeted the ground like tiles
whilst branches lay in gathered woodpiles.

Ancient venerable trees lined the...

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A band of gold is all she wears.
She does not need diamonds or jewels there.
Simple, but it means so much.
When placed there two hearts did...

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 "Horticulture is a groping in the dark
into the obscure and unfamiliar " James Tate,
from his poem, The Definition Of Gardening
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There is an art to...

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How silly of you
to think you are silly!
Do you think folks just visit your page
willy-nilly?

Does one come for the show
and leave with all forgotten?
To think...

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My god you call us to be faithful
and while we are not always successful, 
me not always with fervor, 
do not turn a deaf ear...

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Sleep my love, sleep.
Rest your head on my breasts
and place yourself into my keep.
Then, dream us on a mighty quest.

To a land where dragons exist.
Where...

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It’s a recurring thought –
Over and over again –
Reverberating in my head,
Bouncing back and forth,
Reeling up and down like a Yo-yo,
Like a boomerang that keeps...

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Sometimes he sits forlorn and a little misplaced, 
but he is handsome and elegantly dressed.

He is a little shy, but full of grace, 
he brings...

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If I but had the basic raw nerve and wit
I would show a few folks how to do it:
“Write a line or two with good...

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I keep watching the river run 
Always twisting 
Always turning 

It’s there I sit 
Beneath your eyes 
And mull over dreams of paradise 

With you...

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I was embarrassed for my gold-finding prowess was slim to none.
I lived alone, in a mushroom hut, built sloppily for one.
My leprechaun relatives were braggarts,...

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