Best Center On Poems

On the day 
that John Lennon died, 
people were just going 
about their business 
as they did every day. 

Mark David Chapman 
was reading 
Catcher In The Rye 
void of his holy self.
 He would have had to 
Imagine there’s no heaven. 

John took the elevator 
down from his room
 at peace with his belief 
that there was 
no hell...

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On her terrace where she once had viewed a crimson field,
she stands recalling heroes who were battling their foe.
She still can feel the terror! How her poor heart reeled
thinking of her lover fighting on the field below,
with others on that plain bathed red as the...

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On the day our eyes open to the prism of the sun

On that day, Winter solitude  would be gone

The avalanche of differences melts into nothingness 

Through the same breath,through  the same soul

We would live again as one ,no matter who we are

 No...

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On the south-western side of the old mission school,
near the corner of First Street,  where blackberries grew
a field claimed by youngsters was crosshatched with tracks.
It was riddled by gophers and, nettled with fox-tails
and the children's bare feet had constructed thin trails,
cupping deep paths that...

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There have been those who said,                                       ...

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On summer hills  I watched you

I know you watched me too

Every night you waited for me

Every night I came to you

From shallow oceans I have risen

On silver chariots traveled high

Crossed everlasting spaces

which filled your empty sky

Soothing manna showered your lips

from the radiance of my...

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On the border of the obscure wastelands,
In the depths of shadows and torments,
Far beyond the land of Never Was, Never Will
Is a place where I hold you, strong and silent…
As the shards of your sensitive sadness prevail,
Sifting the awaiting coals below,
I shall reflect slivers of...

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On the road to your gypsy soul

in the vastness of my world

chasing heartbeats and fireflies

  across wooden covered bridges 

navigating deep and arid canyons

 beneath a sweltering summer sun.

I'll trace the compass of our destiny

 leading me to a foreign land

I'll find you roaming...

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on melting snow

first cherry blossom

withers too soon

mum ties pink ribbons

to the white casket




Or

on melting snow


first cherry blossom


withers too soon


mum  unties ribbons


from empty cot-bed





Inspired by Chris`tanka contest,not for the contest...

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On the day our eyes open to the prism of the sun

Winter solitude  would be gone.

The avalanche of differences melts into nothingness.

Through the same breath,through the same soul 

We would live again as one,no matter who we are

No matter what the colour of our...

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On the twentieth day of May 1930, an angelic soul was born, and the angels danced in Heaven, rejoicing her birth. She possessed a splendorous heart, and her aura shone with loving light. She had many hardships to endure in her youth, but she did...

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On a fine April day, set out in the great cruise ship, Titanic,
Into the pelagic waters of Atlantic, with the weather alluringly sweet.
Plush it was with beaming fellow travelers and amenities astounding.
A journey of great excitement under a star-studded sky at night.

With the crew so...

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on a ghostly night

princesses and "kiddy" cats -

alongside monsters -

scamper without a care

beneath a Halloween moon


Sept. 25, 2019
for Chantelle Anne Cooke's Halloween Moon Poetry Contest...

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On this Sunday I serve my Lord

His ways are true

His love is reward

I knew as a boy he saved my soul

gave me life

made me whole


His love is everything

my heart has changed

In him is forgiveness

my future arranged


God's plan was perfect

His Word was sent 

to redeem our...

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Joan of Arc – For God and Country

On the feast of the Three Kings was born,
a baby girl, in 1412, under the sign of Capricorn. 
Destined to accomplish great deeds and achieve fame,
Joan d’Arc was her auspicious name.
A religious and political scapegoat,
her short life to...

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