Tolbert Poems - Poems about Tolbert

...journey into a bipolar mind pebbles in time . there were ripples in yesterday’s water where stones once were tossed . pebbles really, yet enough to form concentric wrinkles soothing ......

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... corners i have walked around corners when i should have stood still driven fast in slow zones and sat at the apex of silent stone walls i've said words i meant when i was high a......

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...hannah’s song with cotton clouds above her and yellow daisies at her feet she danced to a quiet sonnet of freedom hands outstretched and palms towards the heavens her blonde hair f......

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...tuesday morning, pages 78 and 79 pulled back on the book i was reading as if its yawn was bigger than the one i had borrowed from you only an hour earlier we both laughed rememberin......

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...the breath of forgiveness . some say the music still plays in the empty doorway, shaded with time past an eternity of yesterdays and melodic songs with words that rhyme . only in ......

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...swan song . you made my world bigger then smaller then so large i did not know east from west as i stood so alone in the middle of desire and that proverbial non-place… wantonness ......

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... proud to be an american (in jest) i saw the mailman steal my letter i saw the tax man steal my dime just when i thought things were better i saw the preacher steal my time i......

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...for only a day once, so long ago, we ran through plowed fields, barely missing sharp glass fragments and jagged rocks and never missing opportunities to laugh and stumble over one ......

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...ms. deborah digges ms. deborah digges died today plunged to the earth and they found her that way she took her complex thoughts of simplicity and buried them in the soil of the univers......

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...sylvia ***this concerns several books I once owned. Some were written by Rod McKuen, others by Richard Brautigan, others by others…*** i discovered that words are like some......

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...white punctuation where did the minutes go? we held hands and laughed at nothing because nothing mattered as we traveled into the safeguard of night darkness was a friend dressin......

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...my eyes tried to tell you golden and round the setting sun peeks over sloping mountaintops while cobalt shadows inch into the rust-brown crevices like a silent blanket smothering the lig......

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...waiting there were oatmeal cookies on the counter. only three left of the dozen she made just before the pot on the stove moaned, weeping that her coffee was done. dark and bitter, s......

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...streams of mud we played in shallow streams of muck where there was no black, no white we were all mud-packed kids crusty-skinned little boys who knew the sludge would wash away when ......

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...midnight dancer the ballerina turned round and round upon her pointed toes to the gentle sound of the music box before the lid was closed i followed from a distance watching as she......

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