Best Affording Poems

I was a solemn person by nature, so my demeanor was always dignified,
Like the somber moon of nighttide, that sees vaguest dreams magnified.

Oh, I enjoyed having a good time, only I showed it in different ways,
As when a blizzard pummels the mountains, and the bold...

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3/25/19
"One More Thing"

This morning
Clouds forming
Soon to be storming

Most ignoring
The warning
Continually warring

Waters forking
Rapids roaring
Avians soaring
As events continue coursing

Heard enough recordings
That were reporting
About global warming

Whether it's sunny or pouring
Cold or scorching
Dogs and cats arrive for boarding
In a building with tile flooring

Bottles uncorking
This life isn't boring
It's rewarding

This world,...

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Recycled Wisdom Lost
                       by Odin Roark

How common to recycle today
bottle,
cardboard,
can,
or bubble wrap.

How rare the regard for pleas from
mind,
heart,
memory,
wishing also to amend anew.

How satisfying,
To...

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Changes

If I could change the world in more ways than presently,
Computers would not crash; nor could they ever be hacked.                         ...

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
wrote verses ringing mellow
affording noteworthy fame.
Everyone knows his name....

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A Poodle and Apple Strudel

To popular belief, it all had been according
And wondered if we really could be affording
To buy what some called the John B. Sloop
Bottom of sails looked like a hula hoop

While walking around we also just found
That when being on John B....

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It's hard to say where and when our town's People of Faith Cooperative started.

After all,
we have all emerged together,
and are still emerging
people of TaoGod,
right?

Our faith includes defining our still humanizing species
as among those not capable of autonomously regenerating ourselves
into our divine health functions,
or even our...

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You were born in a war ravaged state
You lost your man to the caprices of fate
You fell prey to your wayward ways
Victims of betrayal, greed or circumstances
You were drowned in the tide of darkness

Depraved incidents of forced sex and perversions
Rooted in carnal desires and unsated...

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My Sons
            by Odin Roark

They are branches growing,
A tree’s vulnerability forever their care,
Spreading roots long ago fused with love’s procreation,
Yesterday’s memory so sublime.

How fragile their early growth.

Vulnerable budding winked into the light,
Unaware initiation’s early...

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"Distant" 

When winter came
it came fast 
cold as a witch's t*t

unwelcome and 
unwanted, 
we hesitate 

to move 
any further within 
the forest's interior

alarmed at how 
swift the transfiguring
of a season, begins

we think, 
now that in itself,
a dangerous thing, 

what course 
of journey, this? 
looking upwards...

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Examining love from all different angles, one can come to appreciate the connection
how it is so often used as the vehicle, by which we share with others our deepest 
affection 
and this love no matter how much we have, never do we seem able to...

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Finger-tip power. 

Galloping into a world of finger tip power were we no longer admire the beauty of flower, 
We care more to acquire the excessive power— that same power that effaced those towers. 

People falling too their deaths, others trapped and glowing red.
Hearing voices...

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Winter Cabin Reality
            by Odin Roark

The storm door
Improperly closed
Bangs violently
The clapboard shedding
White paint chips
Wounds without first aid
Flecks of age
Mixing with the drifting snow

Walls shudder with the gusts
Windowpanes rattle their death threat
Should one shatter
Beware flood...

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I am not amazed he lost both sight and fight
She walked unfettered into calm
In "Paris Blues" one peach-clad pussycat was pursued
The Proprietor's goal lacked glitter
Historically, he knew better
She departed 
He felt the blues

He wore imaginary badge of entitlement
and breathe air of pseudo pride
She read his...

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MUSICAL   TEA   WITH   A   VIEW

My first and principal comfort  is tea  
Which may be prepared in a weakened form 
And must  be hot or the afternoon free
Will be spoiled by a tiny teacup storm....

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