Best Dislodge Poems

Starlight pierces ebony,
above sculpted shades of white.
And moonbeams soften the scene,
gilding Night with golden light.

Donning a crystalline dress, 
Nature's a picture of grace.
And draped in feathery down,
She's frozen in time and place.

Billions of snowflakes gather
on bare branches, where they freeze.
And subtle features get carved
by the...

Continue reading...

(Day 1)

"O Wise Raven, Sage of the Skies, tell me what you have seen from your perch set on high."

"Mortal Man, I feel no compulsion to reveal to you that which I have witnessed with mine own eyes. Nevertheless, I will relate to you all...

Continue reading...

In the distant sea, a misty vista
Wearing a shroud of pale blue illusion
It sends forth silhouette of fiesta
A wake-up call for my faint sensation

On goes the red and pink pursuit for more
Shades of beauty in our daily struggle
A tango of time in tide on the...

Continue reading...

Wisps 
           of wonder 
      over you 
cling around 
     the things I do.

Can't dislodge 
       your silky light,
strings and...

Continue reading...

The sun lifts an edge
and peeks a feeble light
beneath a blanket
of morning fog, its dull glow
hugging the horizon, 
silhouetting a stand of trees 
and the cross-hatched
pattern of a factory fence. 
Another day has begun
with its shuffle of trite
miscellanea.

I muster an interest, sending
out my first emissary...

Continue reading...

How do people do it?
For that matter, how do I pull it off?
Sitting in front of the computer for so many hours,
body compressed into a computer chair.
Feel a whole decade older than I actually am-
aching bones,
stiff joints,
sore muscles.
Eyes all dried out
as I get up from...

Continue reading...

There once was a boy named Steve
who was always asked to leave,
for he'd let his snot drip,
dislodge it with a flip, 
then wipe his nose on his sleeve....

Continue reading...

~ God  Sees  It  All  ~
( Double Tanka   )


~O~


God just sees it all
You can be sure He sees you
He sees you and me
God knows everything  you do
Your lifes  open'd  book to Him

Lord  sees all we...

Continue reading...

Ferret Legging
You never know what you’ll find on the net
Nothing much surprises me there and yet
I found a sport that takes no native skill
Just a strong pair of pants and a real strong will
Competitors’ trousers are tied neath their shin
Before two ferrets are securely placed...

Continue reading...

Man, I remember the thrumming of that last bell of the school year.....
Like a prisoner being furloughed into the warm sun, buzzing of grasshoppers.
Field stickers burrowing into your ankles, joyfully, while you take the wrong way/long way 
back.
The sound of whispering gold as your armplane...

Continue reading...

Now it’s Roethlisberger versus Rodgers
To escape sacks, they’ll have to be dodgers
 
   Two very strong defenses
   Big egos and pretenses

When the ball’s caught, they’ll try to dislodge her

There are only 60 minutes to play
But these games last four hours anyway

...

Continue reading...

Early start
East Coast Ferry Terminal;
Sleepy journey


Trip for two
Getaway spa resort;
Rest and recuperate


Mystic moments:
Retreat into void --
Battery recharging


To re-jig sense
Spur sensorial feel;
Find and anchor


Getaway mode
Three days of rest;
Tropical idyll


Sing a song
Joy floods again;
Refresh soiled templates


Doing nothing
Can heal you wholesome;
Empty cups need refill


So there you go:
Two lovers
Playing...

Continue reading...

Yours is a horrendous bother
I decode one side, you obfuscate another!
I twist and turn, twist and turn again
Fingers engrossed around your parts, another twist
extirpates the other side! My enthusiasm refuses to wane.
I warp your shifting visage, weave the obliterated wrist,
Only succeeding to dislodge several faces,
I...

Continue reading...

THE OLD FARMSTEAD
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS




So many sunsets since I last tread this lane
Stirring deep seeded emotions so hard to contain
I know it’s the same place where I grew
The old farmstead is far from what I knew
The house is sagging and in need of paint
The porch...

Continue reading...

A body of translucent blue spreads before him,
reflecting heavens of stark purity.
He flicks his shiny offering towards depths unknown,
and cranks the oiled reel.
Time  pours slowly,
as the reflective lure moves through crystal waters.
Again the motions transfix thought,
cast, retrieve, move, repeat.
Until abruptly, something strikes the silver...

Continue reading...