Best And Other Poems
Wiggling Waves and Other Observations
Wiggling waves reaching like tall grass,
Summertime’s warning to wear shoes,
Little stubbed toes from bare flip flops,
Tears, scrapes, little ones’ blues.
Searing sidewalks too hot for pups’ paws,
Compassion let’s a walk miss this day,
Steering wheels blistering, electricity soaring,
Rob a bank to get power bills paid?
Summer winks, reminds us of cold winds,
Ice covered streets, wraps, frost bitten toes,
Windows to scrape, shovels of snow,
So no matter which way the wind blows,
Dream of the other one, write a poem,
To the undulating earth, its extremes, its glory,
Give thanks in the middle of wherever you are,
Thanks for the Old, Old Story.
Maybe he ate his vitamins and their minerals and oranges and apples all at once again and again
Or ran laughing down the rugged rocks of a ruthless reality
Maybe he flew singing up to the cold concrete ceiling on a chair
Or drank dated dark liquid from a damp factory dumpsite
People think his lungs liked lighting the lily-white smoke they lived on
And I’ve even heard he sullenly slit several sections of his wrists so he could sign a letter
Maybe he jumped joyfully in front of a jeep window that had Jesus joining hands with Judas for prayer
Or pressed the pallets out of the pistol till the pieces pierced his parched throat
Maybe he took tablets off the table till they took their toll
Or cut carelessly into his chest’s cave and coincidentally revealed his heart
People say he bashed his brains out with a baseball bat
And some are sure he sucked in air and sat still till his stomach swelled
I say he lived life and loved and loathed
Living always kills you too quickly.
Who promised you life would be easy?
Who whispered this excuse?
How can pain be an addition to the life experience?
Answers provided are inadequate to the task.
Who will sit with you and hold you in the unknown?
In the silence of the morning,
I listen for the sound of your heartbeat.
I reach for you and trace the line of your face.
I smell the fragrance of your skin.
I envy the sun as it kisses the small of your back.
I rest in the music of your breath, your slow awakening!
How long have you felt this way?
Why have you not come to me?
I am here, I am within you and without.
Loneliness and fear need not compel.
For you are lifted on whispers of thought!
I wish to be justified
"You are justified from the foundations of the Earth,
to the moment of the quiet walk.
Listen to the wind carry your name.
Feel the music fill your innermost being.
As the song builds to the innermost surprise!"
What is Heaven?
Is it the peace that resides between heart beats?
Is the smallness of it large enough to contain God's Essence?
When does it begin?
Why is it so hard to start?
The small white dog trembles,
as the river runs wild!
Flys dance above the water.
"Go" I say releasing you into the water.
Feeling the depth of love,
as it covers the surface of you.
A compilation poem written by Norm Millross, Lesley-Anne Evans and Richard Lamoureux.
This was six separate pieces organized into one piece. We each alternated line by line.
Norm and Lesley-Anne are fellow poets here In Kelowna British Columbia.
'O starry night ----
with the soul of the world in your silver eyes,
I came with nothing this ancient trek,
this aged morsel, I am;
and found you crowning the misted moon....
and pale-lit the swooning shadows this eve,
you have loved me never more!
I have breathed thy silver manna ---
and ate of it like a wandering wolf
How the solitary breezes whistle to dusk,
thy dark winds surrender to light whispers,
old echoes (I have been here, before) ----
in this wrinkled place,
as a frightened child, long ago,
when time stood statuesque and naked,
when I felt older than the hooked tree boughs,
and the very soil 'neath my feet....
I longed to be ancient --- ageless,
wise to the wind shadows ----
which festered my fears;
would I fail to seek my dreams?
would age take me like now, and then,
will I not care and tread where angels fear to?
But in greater years the shadows I fear less,
for I cannot fail when without fear,
and then young, much was a dream;
but now long aged it is more a physical thing,
there is less time to fear, and wish
strange,
now I only wish to be young,
(again)
***A deja vu night walk***
shattered glass,
all over the floor.
my feet bleed,
but I still want more.
some years ago,
you started a war.
I loved you once,
never again I, swore.
you paint me evil,
but I disagree.
you disliked yourself,
and took it out on me.
these marks that you’ve left
are starting to wear.
I can’t be who you need,
but you don’t care.
shattered glass,
nothing to fall for.
a million cracks run through the pane,
& i wait for you at the door.
*** I am re-posting this poem since it bloomed on a rainy day and I would like to share again on this New Year's day***
O starry night ----
with the soul of the world in your silver eyes,
I came with nothing this ancient trek,
this aged morsel, I am;
and found you crowning the misted moon....
and pale-lit the swooning shadows this eve,
you have loved me never more!
I have breathed thy silver manna ---
and ate of it like a wandering wolf
How the solitary breezes whistle to dusk,
thy dark winds surrender to light whispers,
old echoes (I have been here, before) ----
in this wrinkled place,
as a frightened child, long ago,
when time stood statuesque and naked,
when I felt older than the hooked tree boughs,
and the very soil 'neath my feet....
I longed to be ancient --- ageless,
wise to the wind shadows ----
which festered my fears;
would I fail to seek my dreams?
would age take me like now, and then,
will I not care and tread where angels fear to?
But in greater years the shadows I fear less,
for I cannot fail when without fear,
and then young, much was a dream;
but now long aged it is more a physical thing,
there is less time to fear, and wish
strange,
now I only wish to be young,
(again)
There once was a man who ate nothing but prunes
He was broke and howled at the moon
He was desperate for work
And got some soon
Blowing up air ballons.
There was a man from pakistan
Who owned an old ice cream van
But the ice cream melted in the sun
Poor man
And now he sells burgers in a bun.
There was an elephant called peek a boo
Who escaped from a zoo
It didn't take long to trace him
Just am hour or two
They just followed a trail of giant poo.
There was a hedgehog who married a frog
They tried to mate but it hurt too much and fell of the log
So the hedgehog took off his pricly coat
And now they have seven little hedgefrogs
That live on a boat.
There was a bear who loved Fred Astaire
Who danced here and danced there
He stole clothes from a washing line
He looked a treat in ladies pink panties and tutu
Hey bear give them back there mine!.
Peter Dome. copyright.2014. Sept.
I: Sheep
next door to 19 chimneys
and 'the dark satanic mills'
a flock of sheep is grazing
oblivious in the hills.
II: Other Animals
venezuelan poodle moths
sea pigs, star-nosed moles
mata matas, sugar gliders
shoats and water voles.
aye-ayes, dik-diks, wobbegongs
chicken turtles, loons
shoebills, snipes and yeti crabs
and cozumel raccoons.
pink fairy armadillos
bilbys, 52-hertz whales
the red-lipped batfish, panda ants
and emperor helmet snails.
the pleasing fungus beetles, thrips
hellbenders, great potoos
lilac breasted rollers, bongos
glass frogs, kinkajous.
the rare long-wattled umbrellabirds
chubs and munchkin cats
satanic leaf-tailed geckos, shads
gars, nits and fancy rats.
As I sat in my room on a stormy night,
something startled me with such a fright!
Through a crack in the door of my private domain,
came a screech as high-pitched as brakes on a train.
I caught a glimpse of a reflection in my closet door mirror,
I saw it approaching as my spine tingled with fear!
My mind started to race...
WHO or WHAT has invaded my space?
In the reflection I dare to see-
a clump of hair like the hive of a bee.
Then, oh no, nails...
followed by scales!
Footsteps were approaching as I let out a scream,
I wanted to run, hoping it was all a dream.
My door creaked open, I chewed my nails down to stubs.
Fingers wrapped around the edge of my door like wriggling grubs!
The door flew open, and who should appear...?
My SISTER in a Hannah Montana costume, headphone in ear.
With her puffy blind wig, pointed heels and gloved hands,
I don't know what's scarier- a monster or a Hannah Montana fan.
my anxiety is like a straightjacket
i'm desperately moving against the restraints
but the longer and harder i resist
the weaker i become
and my anxiety is like a roadmap
taking me to the darkest parts of myself
and i can see that these thoughts and fears of mine are irrational
but my anxiety makes them rational
and my anxiety is an addictive drug
on my worse days i can feel it pumping through my veins
and spilling out of every single cell in my body
my heartbeat is the bass drum making my ears bleed
and my fingertips are twitching
and itching for release
my anxiety is a cage
and i can see everyone around me
living and laughing and loving
my eyes are stuck on him and her
and i know it means nothing
but on my worse days it means everything
my anxiety is a toxic relationship
because when it's around i cannot truly live
and when it's gone a piece of me goes with it
on those worse days my hands are clenched and wringing
desperately attempting to push these feelings out of me
and my arms are shaking with the added pressure of
don't let them see
don't let them know
my anxiety is one of those unmentionable things
one of those infinite things that makes me
and breaks me
-interminable
For Children of War and Other Deceptions
The load of time
weigh heavy
on the yokes of life;
the unshelled shelled.
Gone.
Innocence of children
preyed upon;
life failed to root itself.
Janus face war genuflects
craving forgiveness;
praising its necessity.
Cobwebs And Other Nonessentials
There are things we often tend to forget.
Unimportant though they seem to be.
Clothes in a dryer, not started, still wet.
I'm sure it's happened to you and me.
The gathering of cobwebs in a corner,
And dust left high on the top shelf,
May make a room seem out of order,
But not if messiness pleases yourself.
Many autumn leaves are left in the gutter.
They don't find much cause to complain.
So why should anyone mumble and mutter?
Let them get washed away by the rain.
Nonessentials are things that we don't need,
But that doesn't mean we value them less.
A cage that once held a bird that's been freed
Now serves much better as that bird's nest.
Clothes not worn because they need ironing,
Because wrinkles show more than a smidge.
It's hard to remember, unless we are trying,
To clean the food stuck in back of the fridge.
It's not being lazy of which I dare speak.
Sometimes we just don't seem to care.
We should fix that board with the creak
And put overdue color in graying hair.
Does this train of thought amuse you?
That's much better than wearing a frown.
When next you see a cobweb that's new,
Shoo the spider before sweeping it down.
my thong is on fire
i'm up for hire
but no one will
so i started selling pills
i needed the cash
but then somebody found my stash
it wasn't even drugs just mashed up smarties
so no one's gonna be getting high at their parties
this life is just way to sad
that's why i decided to move in with my dad.
I said, do you fancy a drink, Tom?
He said where the hell is that stink from?
My dog cocked his leg
We smelt rotten egg
Because he had eaten my stink bomb
*
My cat swallowed my whoopy cushion
He can’t get it out but keeps pushin’
But each time he squeezes
He makes noisy breezes
My mum holds her nose and keeps shushin’
*
They stroll the prom in their best finery
Some stop for alfresco China tea
Silly, not brave
With one big wave...
They look like they’ve come from a winery
*
She gracefully ambled the prom
I’m sure somewhere posh she was from
She patted my dog
Who ‘issued a log’
She left with a lot less aplomb
We once had a doctor called Boole
Who hated to look like a fool.
If his diagnosis was wrong
His face grew so long
It made me feel positively cruel.
When I had a rash on my brain
He thought I was going insane.
But calamine cream
Worked like a dream!
So I shall use it again and again.
Doctors have a difficult time,
When patients won't toe the line.
But we need our own voice
And to make our own choice.
We can't fit into another's design.