Best Massachusetts Poems

Releasing the rigid anchor line
Leaving the safety of land in our wake
Warm July zephyrs filling the sails
Resting even hands upon the tiller
As the bow broken waves drift slowly aft
Herring Gulls night songs hang as we pass
Violet clouds drifting in pinkish bronze dusk
Outlining the schooner adrift...

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In a house in Massachusetts
A wealthy mother of two sits
Her son's in the Sox
Where she has a box
And that's where his sister Sue sits....

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Haunted...
glowing foot falls on the dusted wooden planks cross the bridge
following them 
I swing around enormous trees 
skirt quickly...trying to catch up

were we holding hands as we walked
...did we hold hands?
I can't recall
but the muster of us like the gun smoke
infiltrates the air here

murmurs
rattlings like...

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Under centuries of sediment
Tramped by stalwart feet
And twenty-two layers of blood
Laid down like concrete
From crunching force ambivalent
To this mottled seat

Dangles a shepherding spirit
Bathed in phantom mist
Playing on strings of circumstance
When souls coexist
With delusional flesh taunting once
So violently kissed

Until caressed in the nexus,
Songs resonating
In harmonic tempo...

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In Massachusetts, there is a family.
Perhaps you have heard of them, their name is Kennedy.
Father Joe and mother Rose raised children by the bunch.
They became rich, and never needed a free lunch.

However, they have gotten unlucky turns of the card.
Despite their money, their lives have...

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Flying on an easterly wind
Over Atlantic waters, ever thinned
A village comes back into view
Eerily draped in a season anew

Hanging now with purple wisteria 
Not accusations, not hysteria, 
Is old Salem town, lush and green
Beyond, a cemetery lies, a reverent scene

Dark houses, by cherry blossoms framed
Brighten...

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I accuse you, she yelled, pointing to those who thought her dead.
Cowards, they had sailed away after proving her innocence.
Her family was horrified, because now it meant she was a witch.
They screamed and ran away, leaving her behind. She cared not.

I ACCUSE YOU! She screamed...

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My footsteps echoed the echoes of Time
as through the streets of Salem I walked.
The hour was early and the city still asleep
with only a cat sitting quietly on a cold granite sill,
the sky slowly turning from night into dawn,
my mind still in twilight as my...

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Glass Dolls

Glass dolls in glass houses. 
Glass dolls with glass douses
Of reality, don’t they know?
That the girl who lives in fantasy 
Still sees a rainbow?
And all the poems seem so hollow now-
Because the light inside her is almost out. 

Because of the existence of
Glass dolls...

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