Night Blooms
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Wickedly blooming in my mind
Only thoughts
That go askew
Turning shadows into blooms
Carefully hidden from the moon
Jouncing down the unlit road
Feathery night blooms ...
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Categories:
jouncing, 12th grade, america,
Form: Free verse
Smoke
...Soft, grey, floating tugged by breeze, a light cloud
Almost alive, a plume from source, spreading out
Rounded edges like a cotton ball, smudged against the sky
It twists and turns, folds and...
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Categories:
jouncing, imagery,
Form: Free verse
The Boys In the Back
...The Boys in The Back
By Sy Roth
The right hand turned the waters 360 degrees
Then another willful rotation
Until the bubbling chicken-fatty waters splashed over the sides
While the boys in the...
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Categories:
jouncing, africa, dark, death, dream,
Form: Free verse
The Gambler
...As a kid, he climbed the highest trees
walked to the end of thin, jouncing branches
grinning, while those below him shook with fear
His teen years were taken up with his 'machine'
whose eng...
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Categories:
jouncing, games, health,
Form: Free verse
My Jouncing Gait During Boyhood
...(an All Poetry feat to walk in
the poetic feet of Robert Frost)
Bucolic New England, circa
Early twentieth century New England
awash with dynamic harmonic leisureliness,
when much of North Am...
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Categories:
jouncing, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Elegy
Adventures In Motoring
...The younger crowd will not believe this bit of lore I fear,
But operating vehicles was more complicated in yesteryear!
For example, to signal turns you hung your arm out the door,
And to dim the l...
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Categories:
jouncing, funny, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
I Love a Stranger.
...My love
jouncing blood through me
like fireworks
and my stolid hands
caressing forth murals
painted over
these colors, yours to bear
in the darkest habitations
of cavern and canopy
This ea...
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Categories:
jouncing, devotion
Form: Free verse
The Winds of Change
...THE WINDS OF CHANGE
You can see the Wind only in what it moves.
Tumbleweeds come alive, skipping across desert highways
They break apart and little ones take off for lives of their own.
The br...
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Categories:
jouncing, nature
Form: Prose Poetry