Best Disused Poems

Along the road called forestry, the silver ash weeps over me
as I meander 'round the dell and glade.
Pass scars of sand pits long disused, where gullies, washes speak ‘abused!’
Reclamation offers now a new facade.

Need for powers cut an ugly door. The pylon gash is just...

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A tenebrous void occupies my soul
like a queasy, dark, wintry cloud
hanging low and heavy with sleet and frost.
No gelid wind blows it away
and I despair.  I cannot forget the dead.

An empty, lonely chapel still beacons.
It stands alone 
amongst the tall dark pines
of an abandoned...

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It resembles the London Underground inside my messed up mind 
With a network of confusion 
And Tracks that twist and Wind 

Tunnels full of darkness 
stations now disused 
I don’t know where I’m coming from or where I’m going to 

terrorists detonate their bombs of...

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Old
Digger, lifter, mover, slicer
Friend of ScoopDog and Dugger Graves
Lover of landscaping, building, and gardening
Who feels less sharp, disused, and edgy
Who fears dull blades, broken handles, and rust
Who would like to see verdant gardens, straight fence posts, and freshly laid sod
Resident of the junk section on...

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I often watched  him tirelessly sifting
Grains of native corn in a rusty mill-
     Those arms a kinetic flush, quicker than
     July’s heat, as if glazed limestone rubbed
A wavy mane blown by summer’s tossed air :

Perhaps, I...

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Incredible! Where could little girl of her age be going under this cold weather at this hour barefootedly and bareheadedly?What could have sent a poor girl she was to street with just oversized slippers she inherited form her mother, poor enough, jettisoned on this two...

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When the woollen industry died,
the reservoir that fed the old mill,
became disused.
The water meadow at its head
became a swamp.
Developers,
who want to build houses everywhere,
take one look at the quagmire,
sniff the stench fouled air, and walk away.
The channels are long blocked.
The drains are long broken.
So a...

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Let's melt down all the plastics that will not biodegrade
and form some giant ice floes to replace the ones God made
so Polar bears will have somewhere to sit and sleep and stand
instead of getting persecuted when they come inland.
Lets crush unwanted bottles down and grind...

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I’ve come back to the place where I had grown,
a place no more as it once was known.
Not a roof, not a room, not one wall left,
just an old, weathered chimney standing alone.

An ill-tempered wind swept from the hillside tops
that spun relentlessly through the leafless...

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I haven't left my heart there,
My shock I can't disguise,
San Francisco wasn't what I expected,
Which has taken me by surprise.
Please don't get me wrong,
I'm happy that I've been,
Some of the sights I saw,
Were amazing to have seen.
There was Alcatraz Island,
Lombard Avenue too,
The Golden Gate Bridge,
To...

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Life way back then when i was ten,
   From wartime days, to peace again.
   Few luxuries on ration books,
   Not even scraps for feeding ducks.
   But more important than our wealth,
   To tend our needs...

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A town wheezes the last rites over 
its people through phlegm-ridden
lungs and turgid cankers.

Its blistered wounds are coated 
in the mud that lines its harbour 
and creeks.

The loss of the dockyards was its lowest tide.

Now, existing work taunts the town from
the other side of the...

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The Disappearance 
It was a hot afternoon when a big bulk carrier left a harbour
 on the coast of Bengali bound for Sydney, Australia, with a cargo 
of scrap iron of ships that once had ploughed the seas that had
 a retreat for some and...

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(an All Poetry feat to walk in 
the poetic feet of Robert Frost)

Bucolic New England, circa
Early twentieth century New England
awash with dynamic harmonic leisureliness,
when much of North America favored rustic

visual whirled wide webbed watercolor
waiting afield at dusk, the thrum
of nature all abuzz didst feed thine
dizzily...

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The rain began to fall like the tears rolling down her face.
Each day she opens her eyes, reality sets in place.
She puts on a smile and pretends to be brave
But inside are hugs of comfort she constantly craves.

Her head starts pounding, her body feels sore.
She...

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