Adams Poems

Yet with the recent collapse of the garden estate, Abe knew
The devil had appeared down, in, up out the chimney flue
As a result Eve had lost the Rose, petals fallin' to the ground
His brother Cain had started his count of...Read More

Looking For Treasure
By R.e. Taylor

I want to go out
Spend the day treasure hunting
No, I don’t need no map
Don’t need no “X” marks the spot
I will find it all on my own
I want to search the backstreets
The alleyways where no one...Read More

though we are
a dollar a dozen
certainly not what
someone might
waste a wooden
nickle on we've
still become
part of the
universe

yet think
and believe
in our superiority
yet politically if when
we meet the other 
beings i know it
won't be men
tioned take
us to 

your leader for we
are the freeloaders
with...Read More

Pall Revere was renouned four his audacious mid-knight Ryde,

End alsow fore his silversmithin', inn witch he took grate pried!

Butt he is most famed four ridin' like a bat outta ewe no where,

Two alert Hancock, Adams, et al, fore there lives...Read More

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Words softly whisper, thoughts float as dreams, a poetic angel it seems

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12/31/19
Written for the: Who Flips Your Trolley Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Bobby May
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She said........

I was one of ten most wanted women
I had been running from the law
He was a young fast U.S. Marshall
The cutest one I'd ever saw

He chased me out of Tucumcari
I was headed north to Santa Fe
When he drew and...Read More

lovely Line is a lady who
lingers in deep thought-
her style shines with wit;
a simile or two with a touch of personification in
free verse poems, 
shares the freedom to embrace her 
muse as if she never embraced before-
leads others into the...Read More

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Clouded skies somberly cascade
upon motionless vistas,
floating unrehearsed melancholy hues
where muted feelings roam
on an autumn morning echoing
a weary winter dream

I sit beneath a weeping willow’s
unhurried leaves fluttering
like silent wind chimes,
quietly pacing unheard melodies,
as dandelions seek the sun now
merely an absent reflection...Read More

if our story ends
as all stories must
i’d want to
remember
each chapter
unfolding
as i sift through
the pages of
memories past

see fate's
written word
scribe how
we first met
recollect
sunnier times
treasured within
hear in my head
out from pages
come to life
the echoes
of laughter

in hindsight
reassess
certain chapters
rested against
their bent corners
not time yet
for dreams
to...Read More

An old black and white movie
  took me back to my childhood
when cowboys rode the range
 Major Adams and Flint McCullough leading the Wagon Train,
and Hopalong's ten-gallon white hat
 rode the brim of John Wayne's stagecoach in back;
with Roy...Read More

Well, it all started when
Jim Beam bet Jack Daniels
that Captain Morgan
couldn't go out
and get himself
some Wild Turkey.
Old Fashioned, like Old Granddad,
Captain Morgan like some of you,
really enjoys his Southern Comfort.
But mostly in the form of a woman named Wild Irish...Read More

We once had a miniature poodle
Quincy Adams his registered name
We were quite proud of our small pet
As part of the family he became

While walking Quincy one spring day
We met a man who worked with us
Obviously taken with Quincy
He couldn't raise...Read More

F-abulous
R-egards
A-pply
N-oble
K-indness
L-etting
I-ndividual
N-ame

P-oetically
I-nspire
E-ach
R-eader
C-omforting
E-veryone

A-s
D-edications
A-re
M-agnificently
S-cribed

Topic: Birthday of poet Franklin Pierce Adams (November 15) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...Read More

Crown me a thief tonight and crucify me to condemnation
For I covet and must pilfer the pintle of this alluring stranger 
I shall taste of another woman's pleasure
And trade my dignity for a moment's lust

Forsake thy marital vows for a...Read More

O!  Slip in between!  The Dukes of Darkness,
In this cold part of the year!

The Baron of Night!
The Baron of Wind!
The Baron of Seeds!

When the Copper Trumpet
Bells out, bright and clear!

And men brood the quiet,
Men who have sinned,
And recall...Read More

This is the place the ’punchers come
when it is time to drink their pay,
ride in from the hilly rangelands
to forget cattle for a day.

Norma in the kitchen will cook
beef and spuds for this roving horde,
her husband Mick will greet them...Read More

Mystery
My 80s Days
When Jimmy was a kid in the early 80s, he used to take the piss out of glue sniffers. Hey you, you bastard! They used to chase him and his mate. Running in zig zags, never catching us....Read More

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I knew this day was special
when I opened up my eyes
And saw the pastel ribbons
floating soft on dawning skies

A gift was out there waiting
wrapped in beautiful display
Just waiting to be opened
on this very special day

More than just a Monday
or at...Read More

Sun is held hostage by a blanket of clouds,
reflecting an agitated addict's ashtray.
Birds depart from soaked naked branches,
as eyes seek refuge from the ugliness of change.

I peer beneath this umbrage pitched upon the ground
anticipating a palette of summer to simper...Read More

The Truth And Blessing Of Love At First Sight
 ( A Collaboration with Sandra Adams )
 ( Rhyme And Free Verse, melded together )

My first recall, is your beautiful hair
walking, elegance in grace you exude,
breathing sexy words to you, none...Read More

There's an obscurity on the threads of darkness
dare I peer beneath the starless shroud of midnight's veil
as I walk through the misty breath that beclouds my vision
in hopes it leads me to the temple of your soul? My dearest
my comfort...Read More

i remember you;
giddy little child
with the mona-lisa smile
and sun-burnt hair
as it brushed against
your ivory skin
you were so innocent then

i never saw the sadness
that lingered in your eyes
the depths of green
seemed to pull others in
that hypnotizing glare
hid your pain well

they laughed...Read More

on the threshold of tomorrow
through countless sighs 
i wait for you
stranded in the pools of fate
as the seconds fall grounded
like tears of all my yesterdays
in the swells of invisible ink

you shimmer in the shadows of thoughts
beneath the lambent light of...Read More

We had cried to the scorching sun
An expression of youthful forlorn
An orchestration to air our needs 
Peaceful but firm were our deeds 

Alas! the heralds of her arrival 
Our mother ! A hope beclouding hopelessness 
Together we scrambled around her...Read More

Robin Williams,
one of Chicago’s native civilians. 
Became the best comedian in the late seventies,
poor man died from depression’s disease.

Known for his “hyper-comedy”,
Hook, Patch Adams and Jumanji-
though delirious, 
can be serious,
like Dead Poet’s Society.

Forever loved, a man nobody hated, 
a new...Read More