Best Checkered Poems

I take firm grasp of the handle
My goal reflected in the steel of the knife,
I put the knife to its green face
Its' checkered skin;

I flex...

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They expected her to be the jolly fun one.
The one   w e a r i n g   a smile on her...

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The Bedouins, bequeathed with the sacred beauty of paradise harsh,
trusted guardians of jealous gorges and gifted groves
lead me from the Wadi Musa to the humble...

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My basket lifts from ground; I, eager, stand
inside it as I drift into blue air.
I see below - the slowly shrinking land,
above my head, a...

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Blue-checkered curtains are faded, and drawn,..
after years since she made them, from gunny-sack cloth

The Singer, long idle, now gathers more dust,
with its needle still threaded,...

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THE MAN WHO DREAMED HIS LIFE AWAY

When I was young the Moon was lifted    
Hung with tacks and thread 
On a mystical...

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Come with me my Brother,
to a secret place where Light and Shadow line the face with fear and grace,
leave sophmoric style, wry smile and sly...

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She crossed a wide ocean, during war times, in danger
A life of adventure, of courage, of fear
Yet, nothing reveals the hint of the years
that have...

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I am an Outlander
Who lives on a high hill
Overlooking a man-made lake
That once was a rapidly rushing river
Along whose banks the Ozarks Bluff Dwellers and...

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Not Again! six inches on top of the snow we already had! This started out to be a blank verse sonnet, but it didn't turn...

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Candy floss, seaside rock, smoothies, and flags sporting
Union Jacks
Replace the old traditions of striped deckchairs 
And Kiss-Me-Quick hats.
Chipwicks for our salt and vinegar fries
And their...

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Moonlight tango

It was a Saturday night, in Buenos Aires, 10:30pm, to be exact. It was a hot summers night, and you could see, and feel,...

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Early 60’s feeling my oats, slow moving wasn’t my bag
56 Chevy, foot to the floor, looking for someone to drag
He’s a Rebel on the radio,...

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My Mother-In-Law has passed 
    so she is no longer here.
Mixed feelings I have 
    but a little less...

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