Best Covey Poems

I begin as a covet, dulcet demure
pure in play, unbound to a dogma or tablature, a luscious lure,
I find that nerve of passion's verve nestled...

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Such a nose had Ol’ Blue.
Best in south Missouri... everybody knew.
Could smell a pheasant across the plain.
Could point a covey in a hurricane.
That’s the way...

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Old Jake lived a mile or so below the falls.
He wasn’t  a hermit, or any other sect or sort.
He was just an old man;...

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Grandpa Troll is a merry old soul, and a merry old soul is he.
He came from Hubby’s basement, just to be with little old me.
He...

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It was the hour of their glory
harps tuned,they bravely stood strong
their path to salvation,cried for sacrifice
as a storm loomed,with their rhapsodic song.

Forced to live a...

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The distinguished guests arrive
And sign the book.
The prima donna,
Wearing tight slippers and a jade necklace,
Warms her voice with a few scales:
Do, Ra, Me
Do, Ra, Me

The...

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My shoes are glad to be here 
Because they are show offs.
With their crazy psychedelic colors
And their loud look-at-me designs.

My sweatshirt parades in the room
More...

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A covey of quail
Under a snarl of brush
Out of the weather...

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The rule of a legend is, that it is possibly true but there is not ever enough proof,       ...

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These are all ruminations that arose from a recent backpacking trip in the Ventana Wilderness


Needing to bring spiritual realities
into the press of raw humanity,
amongst the...

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A covey of quails
Decided to cross the road,
The brush was their goal....

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While walking down a lovely street
A tourist looking for place to eat
I spotted a variety of pretty flowers
Of which I stared at for hours
Looking through...

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One afternoon in the chamber of death
A young man loses his life
Death took him with a smile

No longer feel pain
He truly forgives them all
Whose eyes...

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I tottered to the bedroom window 
then, painfully, clumsily 
drew back the curtains ‘pon my today. 
At first glance
morning blinded me with wilful extravagance
reminiscent of...

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Miss Jessica Finch, the avian sleuth 
Was scratching out novels and sipping vermouth.

She lived a charmed life when she was quite young;
Her first book, “The...

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