Best Armchairs Poems

The eucalyptus sting that burns my nose
And eyes is not enough to mask the tide,
Of eloquent free speech and purple prose,
Delivered from armchairs set side by side.
Although they are so far, they sound so close,
For sounds like ghosts traverse double wide.

From sounds within and noise...

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Haiku/Tanka/Haiku for Linda-Marie's contest.

Autumn has arrived
     the gentle years are calling
          love, life at harvest.

Friends like old armchairs
come to coffee the morning
glide in the porch swing
and we reminisce for hours;
pastel roses without...

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by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2016

For all who suffer Arthritic pain
they know when it’s going to rain
aches in joints, won’t go away
just got to get through another day

We all have it to some degree
I know you feel it more than me
I try to support you...

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What Rainbows Are:


A rainbow is hideous.
They obscure the view
of the dark void of men.

There is no joy;only agony upon pain.
Your impressions are thwarted 
by these colors.
You are lost on your own path.
Virtue and wisdom flaccid ideals
for the weak and the daft,
whom been called sage.

All fail...

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The Search to Find the Edge of the Ice

They say moss doesn't gather on a stone rolling, in motion,
And even wise algae gets left in the wake,
Of a proud ship, foresail dipped, rising upon an ocean,
Yet what of the movement of cold, blued, polar ice,
Where...

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Is this the price we pay for our right to have guns 
the blood of innocent souls lost to oblivion: a gentle violence

Forever a mental brute, a slow gentle violence 
of unforgivable action, wither insane 
or not something must be done, a gentle violence

Don’t hide...

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The Moral decline of Norway

What I find when reading the comment pages 
in a leading Norwegian newspaper, is the absence
of charity and the arrogance of entitlement,
they will not be sullied by people fleeing famine
and war, they have themselves to blame why 
should we get up...

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Memory of the Aged

  Blurring mist creating a transcendent skull,
  Gradually dissipating into thin air by glimmer of the sun,
  Aged plucked toothed corn-row
  Of horny gum smile, broadening,
  Grim lips fall flat,
  To blab like ignorant spoil infants,
...

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I'd like to believe
Peace is a natural state
That war is foreign
But I see war after war
And brother slaying brother

Old sacrifice young
Our youth gone before their day
Then I want to cry
For thought that they gain nothing
Are lost through their innocence

What a wonder    youth
How...

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Outlandishness!
forsake me promptly
ink and exegesis
no reminiscence of yesteryear
                   unexpectedness

not all epistles
armchairs
philharmonic
autumn leaf looming
              ...

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ANGRY      MAN

I have no problem with drunks, druggies, husbands who beat their wives,
Asinine youths shouting too loudly, parents who neglect or spoil their children.
These guys make me feel good  because I know it is not me, 
And I feel...

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use the power of your Pride:
pull the Tear back inside
more than 20,000 leagues under your sea
in a safe Virginity.
However, you will have to pull also the reflected landscape
(source of vitamins)
and to transform the Green Clouds
into a Sunday Afternoon
with old comfortable armchairs
for the jury:
dont let them...

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There was Turkey and sausage meat, gammon ham too,
Four pigs in blankets for me, you and you
I did Yorkshire puddings and parsnips well glazed
Sprouts, roast potatoes: I’m thus far unfazed…

But then there was broccoli, cauli and peas
I said to the carrots, “There’s no room for...

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Cooking my baked beans
Microwaving daydreams
Financing future, slipping credit schemes
Federal imperial medals- the real deal
All in a bite sized, one time only
All in nicely packages holiday embrace

Cooking my daydreams
Microwaving circuitry 
Its time for a megatape rewind
Its about time for an unscripted recline
To sit in armchairs and...

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Far away when the sun goes down
The evening steals in quietly
Settles down waiting for the night
The birds fly to their nests
The animals seek shelter
Owls and bats come out for food
The cricket starts calling
The lamps is lit in all the homes
And seated in one of the...

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