Best Booth Poems

Jill was out on a leisurely stroll
When she suddenly needed to go
Her thighs she tightly squeezed
And headed for the trees
But tripped and fell, pants now...

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There was a time.

There was a time
When your fabled dreams
Seemed honest

A time when
Your open arms
Coated in dented silver and tainted dreams
Understood my Size 12 shoes

When...

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Vino
Vinny
Vino
Vinny
There was no doubt I was seeing double
Vinny poured another glass
I actually think it was whiskey
There we sat, at the back of the Angelos Steak...

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They organized a church bazaar,
To raise money for the poor.
A booth for selling chances
Was set up, outside the door.

When I bought the raffle ticket, 
My...

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I bought a box of truth from a peddler down the street,
even though he told me its veracity might sting.
I handed him a stack of...

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There once was a man from Duluth
whose habit was spinning the truth.
He had told the same tale
(every day without fail;
'twas getting quite long in the...

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Imagine misunderstandings,
When we talk about our friends,
If we did that talking to their FACE,
We'd be apt to make amends ...

Imagine, if hearing gossip,
We repeated not...

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In my travels late one night 
upon a country road
Across the fields and in the distance 
something surely glowed
Perhaps a fire over there? 
Though I...

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It was not that she was the only woman in the group, when mingling precariously beneath the bronze figure of William Booth, or her classic...

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Cereal Killer

The story of his life
a made for TV thriller.
Title in blood red
life of a cereal killer.

He don’t want no fried eggs
or peanut butter toast.
He...

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A Spiritual Narrative

Love Is to be, or not to be, you see
The soul’s choice to be , is made freely
Love , the source, of course,...

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LOSS

sitting on the bus
watching shops pass by
passengers reflected exit like ghosts
she’s gone
and another      and another


in the park
by a phone booth
wanting...

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Moonlight glistened like stars on the snowy mountain lane
   Ascending to a mesa above the timberline
Horses from the valley ranch often grazed with...

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Everybody, and his brother
Stopped in, at one time, or another
Not for the greasy hash browns
Or the coffee, with a half a cup, of grounds
They weren't...

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In her eyes from across the room

our glances make a spark,

the magic in our eyes, unmistakable.

Upon a brief exchange of chance, something more leads us...

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