Best Arbiter Poems

Enjoy being young, the downward
rush of seeming omnipotence; too
soon the flow, inevitably will slow,
and then, the upstream paddle – 

enjoy being moist and juiced...
before the...

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Written: September 11, 2023
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Don't fret, dear; let's wend off the strife,
Candor your winsome grace—embrace life.
With a smile—arouse your inner fire,
Ignite the magic; cater glamour to...

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(in memoriam, Eugene Lawler, d. January 29, 2012, aged 83 years)

--- Note:  "The singing machine" is a not so tongue-in-cheek reference to Gene and...

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The tears flowed and I still smiled,
My body and spirit and mind,
Were still in that state of residual bliss,
Soaking in your sweet smile,
And savoring the...

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Roller coaster by ian munywe
 
Shuffling of many a feet in the street, sighing reluctantly in this awful road.
As we draw closer to alien things, what...

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Hearts on fire

Over heads that sire

New couple on the double

Every action becomes triple

Yearning for each other's hand

Maneuvering who has a better hand

On truth or consequence

Or...

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let me live
don't burden me 
with more than I can bear
don't coerce me
into believing things
from your reference point
I'm tired
let me live

these decisions weigh me down
the...

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waved away from certain topics
Yolanda and her Singing Saw blade
captured the intellectual integrity
of a generation in readjustment
freedom springs only from freedom kids
so lock your shields...

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His language is spontaneously slang with slavish saliva-
Watching beneath his own tooth’s.
What more can he appropriately appreciate when he is left with the tongues of...

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There once was man of means, who owned land that yielded a great harvest.
Thus caused the tearing down of a small storage house, to building...

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I was told in the beginning
    That a wish may not well be  unicorn
    With two winged thrust-thronged
...

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The chains that bind me are soft as silk, 
Gossamer to the touch, so thin you wouldn’t think they could hurt...
They seem no more than...

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Person crying and weeping for freedom
Roasted in the lonely cell of criminality
In seclusion from the family, friends
State being the arbiter and mercy-monger
Often kept for pleasure...

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Live as others see,                     ...

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Them and us under a Bombers Moon
By Steven Cooke

Making love to my demons
Under the flag of my country
Caught in between the never believer
And a pardon...

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