Best Commoner Poems

In olden times things were saved or repaired
Old dresses stitched, boots and barrels staved
Worn-out clothing used as rags
No plastic wrap or bags
People believed in “A stitch in time saves nine” dictum
“Use and throw’ was a distant dream
I was the versatile commoner, the flour sack.
Branded with different names, 
And stamped with names in purple, blue and...

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THE COMMONER

There are different varieties of me
In the azuline light, I swirl and twirl 
And sometimes become dim.
Some favour Bellis Perrenis version of me 
In the spring
Some  sophists are partial  to prunnela vulgaris
Not  the folks; vacuous and dripping in Bulgaris 

My favourite form of myself is sheep’s sorrel
My buds emerge from upright...

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Commoner


Nature that we daily hear or see
Is dull- “it bestows us no glee.”
Would its Anatomy we dissect
There is what we did not suspect:

Roiling in Tea Cups; fierce storms
That opens grisly can of worms!


JM

17th January 2014...

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Another day droops to nothingness, with the parting of the Sun
As it drowns itself scattering colours for the world to look by
A mix of red with a slight of pink 
And the glow of orange and yellow within
An open palette of expression and freedom
Even at its end the day spins an extravaganza of colour

I sit...

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I am incapable 
In my existence 
To fathom the love that I receive 
It is not ever same
Everyday the envelope takes a distinct figure 
Adding to my muddle 
Each day it alters its scent
But it boils me to think 
How is it love if days can recast it 
Or is it that 
My feeble mind...

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There was a young Lady who followed a Prince,
then became a Princess when she kissed a frog,
I don't know why — perhaps she's Di.

This same young Lady married the dog,
not a hog to marry a dog,
she married the frog to catch a King,
I don't know why — perhaps she'll die.

There was a young frog who...

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