Best Bran New Poems

September hues of school day smiles and bran new leather bags 
creative minds as young as baby figs with eager hearts of lore   
My days were full with mischief makers and bragging scalawags 
but as the evening fell it was dad and I...

Continue reading...

HABITS

We wake up in the morning,
Our memory, collecting storing,
The same data over, and over again,	
It becomes entrenched – a habit is due,
What triggers habits, just a simple cue!
We pass a highway that we know well
And put our car into cruise mode, swell,
This is routine, and...

Continue reading...

o youth,where did you go
those yesterdays,still glow
pure white,as virgin snow

whose face is this I see,
is this really me;
where,where did youth flee

inside,still seems bran new
my youthful outlook,stays
albeit,passing days

a future lies ahead
beyond the grave,He said
the narrow path,to tread

in a resurrected body,new
for what I did for you 


quatorzain-free...

Continue reading...

“You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.” 
Rumi

It was the summer of 1967 and the sun was almost bran new 
me and Tony L. skipped to the corner to raid the candy store 
sometimes we bought a paper bag full of small...

Continue reading...

Upon your wings of crystal blue 
a morning drop of dew 
although the sky is watching you 
you know, I am there too 
Oh dragonfly of love, how do you do 
I wonder as I sit and rue 
about the things I never knew 
and...

Continue reading...

Jump Start  (( collaboration *  SUSAN BURCH ))


by~ Poet D:

How did it come to this?
You and me down memory bliss..

Some where in between losing my self ..
I misplaced the dust remover off my shelf..

Now I will march on like a cheerful parade..
Smiling my...

Continue reading...

I met a teenage boy last night
He inspired me to write
His words penetrated my soul
He made me evaluate my purpose and goal
He asked me if God was real
Then why does his mom go out at night and steal
Why was his brother murdered at eighteen
Why is...

Continue reading...

SUPERIOR – not the lake

To me there are no persons drearier
Than those who think themselves superior,
Think everything in life that they do
Is a little, no, MUCH better than you (do)

She didn’t come right out and make a claim
Not sophisticate was to give it name
As example...

Continue reading...

In my twilight years I have grown silver, 
weaved inside my hair and aging thoughts.  
It reminds me of the first time I saw a star 
beneath the first aurora hint of a bran new dawn;

All the firsts of my life have been sifted...

Continue reading...

Wake up America, 
Arise from your slumber
Media has desensitized your minds
We live in a new world of technology that has made you colorblind
Meaningless, with deeper meaning
Music lyrics have been subconsciously stealing
While you think it’s the beat you are feeling
Listen to the words and then tell...

Continue reading...

A reflection
o youth,where did you go
those yesterdays,still glow
pure white,as virgin snow

whose face is this I see,
is this really me;
where,where did youth flee

inside,still seems bran new
my youthful outlook,stays
albeit,passing days

a future lies ahead
beyond the grave,He said
the narrow path,to tread

in a resurrected body,new
for what I did for you...

Continue reading...

At the corner of Ocean an Atlantic,
Late at night neighborhood kids would get frantic,
A run down building that had been condemned,
One night is where I took my friends.
The hospital house was known for the mentally insane,
In the 50’s experiments were done on peoples brains,
Many people...

Continue reading...

It was called Lantern tower up a winding staircase you go to reach the highest spot
when it came to erecting the York Minster Cathedral I believe they gave it all of they got 
Northern Europe's largest consecrated Medieval Gothic space, York Minster was a vision...

Continue reading...

, italics 
In The Mood for Love Again
By Karen Fitzpatrick

I’ll never forget the love we shared
Not knowing how deep I would grow to care

Time was precious
Hours were few
Each night seemed bran new

Making love was so complete
Oh how complex
Oh how passionate
Dreams of a love no other...

Continue reading...

What can make you whole again
scrub you clean and be your friend,
What can change your heart’s desire
Burn away the old with a blazing fire,
What can change the way you think,
Become your treasured, missing link,
What can restore the years of trauma,
Give you strength and bran new...

Continue reading...