Best Feeling Poems

viscera wound tighter
   than the tightest rubber ball
   never mind bouncing off the walls
   guts like a pinball machine
...

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in the fervour of my sweat
sheets drenched
i wake to the toxic bellow of my own voice
in the torment of my own thoughts

in the complexity of...

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Cool autumn nights
and warm sweater wishes
Sunset desires
in apricot kisses

November eyes
as sapphires glisten
Echoes of love,
melodic we listen

Shadowy bliss,
neath maple trees swaying
Soft fallen leaves
together we’re laying

Shooting star...

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He acts like a friend but it’s a disguise
Spouting God’s word, yet he’s telling lies
On returning he’s now causing trouble
Oh how I’d dearly wish to...

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When you pack my luggage but won't pack my lunch
When you lock me out I get a hunch
When you put thumb tacks on the bathroom...

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I open the door
to one of our guest bedrooms
and find her nearly asleep . . .

she who long ago
tucked me into bed each night
when I...

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You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling

You left me like Alice, lost in Wonderland,
running in circles with my heart in my hand.
I thought our love was so...

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I'd like to give...a quiet shout 
To all my friends...'been down and out 
Life gets better...there's no doubt 
I pray that you'll...get through 

I'd like...

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The soft gentle breeze caresses my skin, tiny ripples washing over me, as cool invisible fingers tickle each tiny hair.  I shiver.  The...

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Wit each line my soul drift away.
Heart still aching so each night I pray.
Life consume with pain veins fill with rage.
Mind still enslave.
Yet still standing...

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A word in saddened whisper, and conversation brief,
you see the people coming, then they go,
bringing food, flowers; condolences for grief,
plus sympathy for such a telling...

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I stand at the wooded edge
where goldenrod bows with the wind's wave
its yellow heads nodding in agreement.
A chickadee perches
its heart a tiny drum of joy
echoing...

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Is there a way you can show me your silence?
This world is deafening to me 
Can I find the words that I'm seeking..

Dream of a...

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You sell yourself for money
Hour lunch two coffee breaks 
To punch a card at 5pm
For a cheap watch and a cake
You live on autopilot 
A...

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Renegade trees are popping up all over my yard.
Reminding me that I am the interloper; it is their turf.
This is a forest, wild and well-guarded...

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