Best Armloads Poems

IT TAKES TIME TO SEE THE LIGHT

Death is best taught in the dark
Fetching sticks, setting sparks
Its bag of tricks: sickness and hope
A black curtain vanishes
The magician leaves you with a moonless night
A lonely night without stars
And you work to locate those sparkling crystals
And place them...

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Consciousness Correction – 11-20-23
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Consciousness Correction

Envy sneaks in unseen
A thief robbing light from my house of gratitude,
Sowing simmering anger, extinguishing thankfulness,
In blind yellowed views
Gratitude held captive,
Strangled,
Pennies of “I wish” tossed into stone cisterns
Where winter thrashes cyclconic -
Vortex of a gleeful witness to spring’s demise -
Dead-ends swell...

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There is happy ado on the old farmstead as Yuletide draws nigh.
Wondrous things to savor as gales blow and snow begins to fly!
The tempest rages for days - they will surely be snowbound,
But a blazing fire warms the old home - love and cheer abound!

Since...

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The beauty I tell of them
Enjoying the smell of them,
Gathering armloads of roses
In the sweet month of June.

So late in December
It’s hard to remember
The love and the joy in
A June afternoon.

When vows we spoke then,
In June way back when,
The long way before us
Was rose petal...

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A CLOSE SHAVE

Shel married a wife with armloads of fur.
He was very unkind, he did beat her.

         Smothers - never quits.
         Makes her shave her pits.

Smirking, she sharpens her...

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Mr. Langford owned a candy store that was slow all year round. 
Except for Valentine's day when it was filled with spangled eyed lovers
coming in for sweets and armloads of red roses in the shape of hearts.
red as a cherry sweet as a berry 
it...

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Sunlight entered the aquamarine potting shed from the east
Beating the master gardener by a few minutes or steps
Ruffled marigold seeds were waiting to be planted in seedling trays
It was March the fifteenth, an opportune time to get things started

Potting shed was feeling joyfully optimistic
She had...

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Quote:  Lend me your fire bring me your wings,  
surround me and make me feel like I'm standing
on higher ground

Autumn scents, woodsy bark, frissons and joy
me a September baby, at your employ
Send me out into the fields to gather armloads of apples
then teach...

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Shoulders of lead
Toothpicks for lids
Iris in aqua
in sensory grids
Moments of hours
Breathing to spin
Voyage of brainwaves
to spiral me in
Black and white memories
airbrushed in blue
One of the hour
on the day I met you
Sensory sleeping
there by my side
with armloads of toothpicks
and eyes open wide
Waking is stagnant
except when in...

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I've never yet become so brave
                      To come and visit at your grave
           ...

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