Best Ask Poems

“If I have to cry to keep you, I will keep weeping.”- The Temptations

If our atmosphere
Becomes a shattered animosity

If our cumulus clouds
Become wrecking balls against our Sun

If the touch of your hands,
Turns into rabid, feline tongue

If your messages of clarity & “I love you” 
Translate...

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A Vague Question

Bleary 
Query

A Dull Question

Dreary 
Query

A Positive Question

Cheery
Query

A Tired Question

Weary
Query

A Doubtful Question

Leery 
Query

A Strange Question

Eerie
Query

A Sad Question

Teary
Query

A Question for Hubbie

Dearie
Query...

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With enlightenment, not inhalation, 
drawn from Jefferson Airplane's (Starship?) 'White Rabbit.' 
(written by Grace Slick)

A Monotetra ~

Don't be drawn into that fairytale
with the Cheshire Cat's grin and tail
He'll lure you in and leave you frail
To weep and wail   To weep and wail

If you're...

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O' Shadow, This Soul Dares To Ask Of Thee

O' 
shadow,
pray tell more
before midnight clock scores 
and in its echoes lays to waste
souls yearning for life's sweeter taste
hearts pining to youth and romance's deep appeal
not those never ending sorrows from which this dark world steals.

O' 
shadow,
do...

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From time to time, people ask me
About my education.
Only then, I remember
I have no degrees or diplomas.
I attended no university either.
I hated textbooks and exams.
I still do.
That's bad education, they say.

But they don't know
I was taught by a book
No school could afford to teach from.
There...

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All the things we are on earth- 
And all the things we're not.
All the times we've hurt our Lord,
By word and deed and thought.
 
All the days we've made Him sad,
Through hateful acts of spite.
We need step back a pace or two
And make the bad...

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What does it take, to be so kind,
to every fault and flaw, be blind
a goodly word, always to find
and wounded heart with love to bind?

Ask Richard!

What does it to take, to give a smile
To stop and chat and hug a while
and kind words on a...

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My vacant stare was sure to be 
a giveaway to anyone that saw . . .
I was a Pilgrim there to the land of techno-jargon,
of icons, Help instructions meaning nothing,
and a world of young and savvy operators.
Our teacher wasn’t there. 
Certain that the worksheet explaining...

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What does it feel like to wake up into your skin?
Your day?
What do you feel first most days?
Is it in any way influenced by gratitude,
or totally given over to worry,
anxious
or, worse, anticipating 
shortness of healthy mind time
and insufficiency of safe body space?
 
Is this life...

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Ah, Divine influence, it has come to many, so they say,
as to their nameless or named God’s they do pray.
The light came to Carroll, he said he could see,
for raised by a Vicar at Christ church was he.

Dodgson was his surname an apt moniker 
for...

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What is that wonderful smell
when a rain shower passes
on a warm summer day?
Is it the fragrance of a new beginning,
quenching us with the exuberance
of youthful joy, a sweet wisp of hope
for the earth to embrace,
a cleansing, a freshness of favor,
a cause for the celebration of...

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Have you ever had one of those days 
On the wrong side of the bed, bad days 
When everything right went wrong 

Cause the ding had lost it's dong 
Ouch, Mr. Sun came peeking in 
Up from bed and banged your shin 
Leaky, full toilet...

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Don't ask me to apologize for being the monster inside
I refuse to set any agony i have aside
Don't ask me to torch out the fuse i have growing
There is so much torment behind this face without anyone knowing
Don't ask me to unmask this demon i...

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Where do all the great poets go?
If you ask me so, I would say, "I don't know"
There must be some hidden pain
Writing poems relieves their brain
Dear ones are their poems greatest foe

Where do all the great poets go?
Ask the river, ask the melting snow
They may...

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We know knitters knit wool from skeins,
and when wet, us the wearer complains,
for our pullovers shrink,
and so this made me think,
why don't sheep ever shrink when it rains?...

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