Best Contemporary Poems

In a field of daisies, bathed in a  perfume
of wild roses, clover and ocean brine,
you and me in the early afternoon
drinking Kool Aid, pretending its wine,
and sharing left over crumbs with a few tiny ants,
that scurry across a thread barren cloth
that has spent years...

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such class
such grace
a lady of glamour
gold adornments
fit for a queen
gilded slippers at her feet
exotic as a mystical perfume
parading her culture
with flare and dignity
an ambassador
a diplomat
an empress
a goddess



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Posted on September 20, 2019...

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Stark, new,
fresh, sheets
-toilet paper....

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Shadows and neon lights
flood the hotel room
we are actors in a soap opera
the pillows drool
at your sexy eyelashes
I anticipate you and I
will share the smell of exhaustion
as we cling to each other
in our soon to be well worn skin...

Perhaps I don't really know
where you've been
or...

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The London Gherkin gives no inspiration
As for the Auditorio de Tenerife by Calatrava
I can think of no other explanation
Except perhaps they shared too many bottles of Cava

The National Grand Theatre built by Paul Andreu
Built in Beijing China; and it looks just like a dome ...

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"Contemporary Haiku" by Catie Lindsey:

children play and scream
in a world at war ~
school bell rings


in a war-torn town
where a child screams for his mom. . . 
a school bell rings

(I've removed this revision for Catie from the contest and am using the tanka above it...

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It's inauguration day, January 20, 2021.
I could be at home, watching the TV presentation
pomp and pageantry. But old, achy, onerous and 
anxious, bladder full with no toilet near, I wait 
in a chilly car in a VA clinic parking lot, 
entry to warmth and light...

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Contemporary Ode To A Mother Crying Out
         To Her Children…2015

Sprawled out on life’s stage,
her world turns and runs
river red with the blood of her children:
flowing like a wandering stream.

Bloated ballooned bellies
mock aborted pregnancies;
once luscious breasts 
sag in...

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Swirling vistas of such sweetness found floating through the auspian air ~

Pen to pad calibre idioms beyond the verbs measuring these tidewater inkwells aside

Beauties, evergreen genetives in red, white and pinks, pronounced; Camelots dreams.... 

Testimonials of daybreak amid the pacific keynotes?!

Her ambient adverb treasures, gently...

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My friends took me down to Broadway
To watch a newfangled ballet
T'was called the Buttcracker
And not the Nutcracker
The title was apt I can say

Some dancers were dressed in tutus
Bulges in their tights gave us clues
All the dancers were male
My friends face turned quite pale
Next time we...

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I have found the light and happy I am
Its the Lamb I trust
It must be all the forgotten lust
I have to take to the heavens
Been writing poetry since I was eleven
Been working on selflessness and being pure
Worried about the future as we his Exodus
This is...

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Lazy afternoons on easels
Maples giggle loud with sweetness
Blue and yellow mixed in grasses
Withered wrinkles sink in lilies

Joggers run in fear of dying
Secret trails end in abyss
As the sun stabs days in prisms
Bloody madness grabs the paintbrush

People old vanish from benches
Emptiness sits down by me
Artists mutilate...

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To teach some virtue on broadband
To spread God's word from a bandstand
To require more clothes during a suntan 
To eliminate lewd dances in lap-land
To take lust fanned and begin a ban
To fight child prostitution in Thailand
To remove molesters' favorite gland
To vanquish tears throughout the land
To...

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Death to you, the same to me,
As conscious is to soul:
Undefined yet understood
In broken words “to be.”

Science seeks to word, the other,
Self, but not the same,
Parts unpaired from pairing smother,
The claim in titles’ game.

Religion boasts the word, the all,
Of us, but also of the game,
Parts...

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Manu strolled to his stainless sink
To wash his hands and have a think.

He reached for soap, a bar was handy,
A square pink cake that looked like candy.
He ran the water, fresh and cool,
And in his hands, it formed a pool.

Then, out of the water, to...

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