Best Contemporaries Poems

It’s siesta, yet one can hear from the second floor of the house the animated sharing of juicy news some visitors have brought to the gracious host, the lovely widow of a wealthy sugar planter.  The sound of laughter is carried over the charming...

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I can clearly sense your utter despair of Der Matratzengruft*
As you valiantly carried on your poetic works to the very end.
This did not change your literary accomplishments well-known,
And your courage through the misery and morphine* is undeniable.

Your lyrical poetry speaks volumes among all of German...

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She was a grand piano: grand in structure, grand in beauty, grand in quality 
of sound. She had captured the heart of every pianist who had come to play in 
the great hall. Once they touched her keys…they fell in love with the 
celestial sounds...

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Step 1: 
Inhale an envious mask upon your castrated 
skull, 
and prompt this necessary illusion to commence.
Bathe yourself in ego-filled waters till you feel superior
to the gavel, and exit without caution from this perfect 
prison called home. 
The audience of youthful flattery awaits you, and...

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Today's changing times tell me 
I need to become more contemporary.
Yet these old bones of mine
Would rather remain with the familiar.
Using archaic words gives me a sense
Of connecting with the ancients in
Knowing that the sensibilities of past
Generations will not be forgotten as their
Refined speech fades...

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She was a grand piano: grand in structure, grand in beauty, grand in quality 
of sound. She had captured the heart of every pianist who had come to play in 
the great hall. Once they touched her keys…they fell in love with the 
celestial sounds...

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Tell me your reasons and I shall tell you mine; never ceasing stories, but!?

Sheltered as a child and kept from the world, to soothe anothers scars....

Crippled through time these lives; life, psychologically mauled in maimed

Precipitations blades, leading the way while as carving stones of gray's

Jetison...

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I had the worst terrors last night
My mind was in a gruesome sight
The ‘ol  apocryphal scene
Insighted by the new regime

Migration bill stirs fear among
Farmworkers chant that  It’s Wrong!
Phone app saves Honduran journalist
Can’t go back she’s on their death list
Can’t walk ‘n get food...

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Know me?
          Not even close ...
     If I were to write about ANYone that I had "issues" with

It would be to them directly
         ...

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The Old Man and the Singer- Mystic

it was like the old man
aged and rustic
a Singer sewing machine
oddity to find in a river
rusted, like the old man
orange, colored rust
carried downstream
by a strong current and 
a stronger shoulder
contemporaries they were
him and the machine
tan and tawny
both had spent...

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I awoke this morning, before Dawns early light; the Sunshine still slept.
I took my coffee cup, out on the porch, and  for “Lenore” I  Finally wept.
The pain, the agony, years of grief: rolled down my cheeks: My Soul’s Relief.
A single ray of sunshine...

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Founder's day 
>A wind of gratitude is waving
>River of love is dancing, exhibiting wonderful styles whiles meandering
>Cloud of commemoration is drifting.
>All to say ‘’ayeekooo’’


>’’Osagyefo y3 ma W'amo’’..


>The throne is set, come and receive a panegyric 
>You are a relic in our memories
>Posterity will always judge...

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“He fought often and once bled in the cause of freedom, but his habits of War did not lessen in him the peaceful virtues which adorn his private life.”  Doctor Benjamin Rush, signer of the Declaration

“In placing Barry at the head of the Navy...

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I know you invited the Brothers to side-line along,
but only if we are here to listen;
Don't speak.

Yet I may have credential for qualifying voice.
For I, like some of you,
know what it means to develop cooperative,
too often dissonantly competing,
multicultural enriching relationships
with our African-American husbands and lovers.

Sons...

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I wear a toga bigger than the life I live
I know who I am so I scream aloud, clear
My name means unlimited abundance
Cultivating the earth is a blessed calling
Transcending generations even unborn 
For man, food must be, for life must be
I know who I am,...

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