Best Deign Poems

I shall resolve to leave this
Place now...
And steadfastly search out,
Nestling between ridge and bluff
Amidst the folds of a foreign 
Land,
Several acres of unkempt ground
Fallow and...

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as the PROPHETS of profits, WE lead and WE’re fair
while WE’re living the life of the poor BILLIONAIRE
– silver yachts, pearly castles, cash (plenty to...

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As Christmas draws near I contemplate my faith.
Jesus spent many years away, yet no one knows
For sure why, or where, or how, but destiny's lure.
When...

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I would write a little poem
if I weren't a little gnome
Little gnomes have gnarled fingers
where no pen can ably linger

All my writing's done, you see
by...

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Tears do Fall

...a sad sonnet...

My tears do fall as they cowardly crawl
To rivers of disbelief with banks of grief
My heart a slaving stall building the...

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ado the realms that I have plunged with phrase
          they have no shape - no bound'ries...

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GISELLE AND MOM

My name is La Belle Giselle,
Round my neck is a bell,
Love my mom, who feeds me,
But sneak out for a midnight
Snack up our...

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MY ROBOT BENNY

I have a robot at home, his name is Benny,
Who is also, extremely office friendly.
He wakes me up every morning,
As a new day...

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"I've loved thee since I first saw thee as an adorable egg in thy nest!
Wouldst that thee would deign to marry me and put my...

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This new Black Moon near Hallowe’en
Marks the darkest night we have seen.
A time to carve a pumpkin head
To make a lantern for the dead.

Bonfires lit...

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Should I Dream For Another Thousand Years

Should I dream for another thousand years
Dare this soul to its former self denounce
Times that I succumbed to shallow...

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Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber,
But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. 

I sense a wince remind...

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TICK TOCK TICK TOCK

We can never catch up with the 
Clock and time,
No matter the length of this 
Solar rhyme,
The sun rises in the east...

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'Course as a grim teller of tall tales,
(albeit poetic) reasonable rhyming
quasi roundelay I readily admitted to feign
cuz, stringing words together with
pride and prejudice plus
sense and...

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The old, relaxed; we pour ourselves a glass.
There is no need to stretch or change our way.
We know the flavors here; the only task:
ensuring it...

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