Best Berried Poems

Stand tall even when the stars fall 

In every dream there is a lock the key berried
in reality keep digging keep digging don't '
stop  keep climbing keep climbing to the top
and hope you never drop.

If you do don't you ever stop. 

If the ticking...

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She’s a little girl abused in so many ways.
She knows for everything theirs a price she pays.
She doesn’t go where other children play.
So much lost.
So much at cost.
She’s berried with in her pleas.
Clothing tore to all degrees.
She runs to the church knowing everything he sees.
Maybe...

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Sometimes late at night when the memory feels just right 
I slip away to the window where the moon in her afterglow 
patches the holes of my heart and shoals me to the light 

While other dreamers still in slumber taut as their femur 
lose...

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I've started my stand-by diet: a few different fruits each day,
and having repeated it time and again, I feel qualified to say
apples, unless of a rare and crisp nature, are mushy and generally gross.
Halfway into the core of one, I'm still starving and feeling morose.
The...

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"Moments devour us
ever since we have been speaking
a language we don't understand...

we, like stale wine,
evaporate into parallel lives
crushing dialogues into pieces
of shards that taint life’s season,
red-berried and tone-deaf.

In splinters of broken syllables,
my flesh walks on thin glass
as words are ruptured on cut edges,
much too loud...

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But Never Forget

Stoned out his lonely mind and drunk on booze and oblivion he headed straight 
into memorial abandon doomed and entombed smashed forgotten and lost forever

He once was Jack but his friends called him Daniel or Beam a proper lad walking
the tight rope which...

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emotions I feel when I
think about my baby girl
not seeing her on a regular
 bases eats me up everyday
my heart feels like its torn
to pieces,
 the emotions I have is
passion and love berried with
emotions of happiness
when I see my baby girl
but my irritation and depression...

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Embracing this low and calm fumes
Adopting these reserved maneuvering skills
Rehearsing my lines daily…hoping to perfection
I wish to be the extra prototype when the curtain rises up
I will majestically bow to the jury…doubting their frown
Here with me…will compose the best speech
With my specs; you will see...

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Brown Caterpillar

Seated on a wooden bench
Enjoying the view overlooking Cherry Lane
I look down and notice
The undulating crawl
Of a brown caterpillar
Inching its way towards my feet

It disappears underneath my bench

I look up in time
To catch sight of a hawk
Sailing over tree tops in the distance
The maple...

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As a burgundy mane of curls envelops her fair complexion, 
Arturo whisks her up in his arms seductively...playfully 
He is not just a beast but a sensitive lover to her 
complex and intimate needs..she longs to feel him 
embrace her body, soul and mind 
and...

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Tonight, let’s toast to life’s revelries
When fullness of time drips fine wine,
Play on the year’s red-berried stories
Sipping the kindness of Auld Lang Syne!
As this year is now forever gone,
That through all journeys we entwine
Newer the resolve, to right the wrong
To sing of praises, good Auld...

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My spectrum of self expression is not captured in a portrait of black and white.
My artistic talent are received from One source of pure light.
Passing through me like a glass prism, expressing them in diversity of colors in my life.

Christ is my muse,
But in this...

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As we spoke I could only think of honey
It was in the flow of her velvet hair
The brown nectar in her luscious eyes
It was in her voice
The taste of her sound
Never have I heard a tune so sweet
Soft red-berried tones 
Humming through her sugar powdered...

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My puns are not too punny.
They are puny -
so itty-bitty that they have no bite-y.
Like tiny turtles with no turtle necks
or like selfish shellfish
offering no worthy catch,
what good are they when they’re so poor?
My puns – they haven’t got
a piss to pot in!

I hate luch...

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The jaded moss morning slips in
  as kiwi colored dew settles down upon pear sage grass.
Dampened fern pine evergreen leaves
  are held stationary by some unseen glue.
Soft blows the wind, gray boned white clouds
  the remaining leaves that rustle in the trees.
Sun...

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