Best Abhors Poems

Now brown, the once-blue brook meanders down
To dams where sludge has chased beavers away
As species die, our Mother casts a frown
For Nature can’t control man...

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The Adjective Twin: A Poem of Pain 

I am "presumptuous" -- and with my brother, "arrogant" 
we are the adjective twin of "gentle" blame
of "gentle"...

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It seems that saucy little girls are rather smitten,
By the playful antics of a cuddly, furry kitten!
Whether she teases it with a tantalizing feather,
Or when...

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21.

I care not a fat hairy fig
For your task to decimate
And predicate my world
With such villainy and hate.

You evaporate the sunshine.
You bring nigh the distant...

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Punctuality

Punctuality,
Responsibilities friend,
Abhors tardiness.

©  Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
    1/ 5/ 2008...

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My brother is an osprey
with an eagle arrogance
And - although he adores a forest
I have the ‘sauce’ on him - he
abhors pine bathroom spray

His eyes...

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It's in a turtle soup shop where I'm employed
It's my duty to cook vomit-inducing soup turtle
which no decent human palate could stand;
a horrid job and...

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HOLY COW! It's Bigfoot, there in the brush
Lower your voices- he's skiddish
Now, hush
I know his habits, I'm privy as hell
An expert and scholar, I've studied...

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BLACK: A TRIUMPH WITHOUT FEAR

Black is beautiful but being black: somewhat painful...
Teased and excluded by a state of mind from some fools
Tattered roads are the...

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Each gleaming light shines like a sun
Expanding awesomely in curling fires;
Each cloud forms a grotesque face
A face that knows not its bizarre desires.

We ascend in...

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He feels he possesses a high tolerance.
Living side by side
with those he abhors 
Tolerating the smells
and the sounds
of those lesser men.

He is of a proud...

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     Unquotable quotes -  III

When in Rome, do as the Roman Nero.
The rain in Spain falls mainly on the vain...

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French  Revolution

and the heads that rolled,
did not get old,
just crimson in the barrel,
revolution warmed, Napolean dawned,
Europe burned in bloody hell...
The slaughter of war that...

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Identifying as a Taoist-Christian hybrid,
a polypath feasting on root systems
of East meets West
Right greets Left
Yin embraces Yang
does not make me a good Christian
or a healthy...

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So, I'm told I have 100 billion neurons
(by someone ignorant of youth's indiscretions)
each with about a thousand synapses,
to connect its own specific grandeur or fear
to...

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