Best Dried Poems
icy daggers serrated his chilly mind
memories sharp as polar bear’s claws
wielded reminiscent evocation in pain
how he longed for selective amnesia
heart and reason at war with the enemy
a battle only to be won if he surrendered
to inevitability that conflicts were useless
unless of course they concluded in cease fire
his father had fought at the Russian Front
which left his own upbringing out in the cold
no Potemkin façade could melt the chagrin of
twelve years of Germanic menace and madness
both of them prisoner to emotional deprivation
trans-generational transmission of trauma in action
it was bitterly cold in the heat of many a moment
and icicles festered in the young brain to be formed
shape up they said – fight flight or freeze
food for thought no doubt but what about feelings
many winters have passed and the old man is dead now
took many secrets and memories into his grave
the boy now in his sixties decided he needed a snow man
carrot charcoal eyes and Che Guevara’s bandana
collected drift wood from a beach of forgiveness
and danced around the bonfire of exorcised hurt
until permafrost yielded to fire and passion in time
he had been his own antagonist for far too long
Absurd situations amuse me; they get written into poems.
Foolish generalizations about groups of people infuriate me;
they also get written into poems.
All Irish, all whites, all English, all red-heads, there is no all.
It makes not a whit of sense.
But the one thing that has gotten my goat faster than any other thing?
“All women over forty are dried up.” Yes, I know. It is crazy, but I heard it.
When I was forty-four, twenty-two years ago, and it still irritates me.
When I think of it, which is not often, I relish in the thought that the man who used it is incarcerated now, using all kinds of other silly sayings,
that probably get him whooped daily.
He loved to generalize groups of people. “All men in their twenties,
all Swedes, all people who wear overalls, all women who wear gloves…”
I soak myself in friendly waters, not worrying about this stuff usually.
Tonight I slathered my worn-out self in a luxurious lavender bath when I thought of it again.
It is weird how the most random stupid things will pop into your head, irritating you at odd times.
The second your name, touches my lips, sweet spring warmth blooms upon them,
The sun, becoming my smile, radiating from my body, my soul.
Oh, the garden of roses that bloom beneath the moon, watered by my simple tears,
and bloomed in your love, our growing love.
The silver wash that falls down upon us, wiping away the stains that once pained us,
Now we are bathed, yet it does not burn, yet it does not freeze, perfection.
Oh for the eternities that i could lay with you, your arms the only protection i need,
Your lips, the sweet ocean salt, the taste of your skin, all that i hunger.
Your eyes, the only place i shall ever become lost within, oh within your heart forever.
Your hands upon my skin, mine upon yours, sweat blending into the sexiest fragrence,
there is no space between our bodies, should there ever be?
our tounges tying, dancing, deepening each and every kiss,
long and slowly, we make love, fast and rough we experiment, enjoying sexuality.
darling, oh i long to feel your skin, to feel you deep within.
can you hear my whispers? can you hear my pants? can you hear your name?
or can you only hear mine? are you yelling it out like i am, yours?
soon our lips will meet, and create a thousand volts of electricity,
we could short the town, we could shut the world down,
screaming out our passion, screaming out your name.
Oh and the rain has washed away our pain and fears,
and the beautiful sun has dried up all our tears.
The round pond a big hole
It was empty without water
The dry heat dried it out
It began to pour rain drops
The wind was very strong
Pouring rain filled the pond
Ducks and the geese came
They swam and drank water
A busy day at the pond
A long line of waters
Deep in hearts of bathers
A lifeline of growth
Weep of salvation brought forth
Waters of life over a mile
Outrunning a thousand stile
Gifts of life in piles
Surmounting torments of viles
Dreams on waters slate
Streams of sages proliferate
Sun beam of neon flickers
Teeming waters on pickers
Wishers with panoramic views
Dreamer of waters purviews
Like well-wishers throwing coins over heels
Eye-openers on picker wheels
A river full of life
A river lull of strife
Outpouring a thousand mile
Outscoring a thousand smile
On this river of hope
A bigger dream to scope
A kaleidescope of scenery
Grandeur over tapestry
One day the said river dried
No one ever wondered and belied
Gold in pieces on the ground mounted
In the hearts of gold sprouted
Euphrates...
A river
"Dearly beloved, "We are gathered here today to witness,
The wickedness of these times."
"Blessed", fortunately, its ending soon."
To radio stations phone-it.
"Wait!, No!, Next month.
"Taking the kiddies fishing."
"Perhaps we should postpone it."
"Reminds me, of an ole story.
"My, dear neighbor, now long past away."
"Bought a two-thousand watt light bulb."
"Used it to clean the lint from his toe nail."
"Then handed it over to me."
"Which item?", he asks.
"The lint or the bulb?"
"That's for you to decide."
"For extra credit, predict when the bulb burns out."
How the truth sometimes hurts.
For he loves us, and we love Him.
Faithfully digesting a breakfast sermon
Hard garlic salami, and dried prunes.
Oh , dear Paul.
Why was Moses punished?
He loves us.
In spite of our gas masks.
Even blesses our vents.
Just look at me.
I,m sure we meet before.
I,m wearing the inspector Klusoe badge.
Hiding near the back row.
Wearing an "Eddie Haskell", smile.
No mask , though, I,m tough.
I sure would like to tattle, on that darn kid.
Carefully rolling his perfect round gum wad.
Leaving it at the front door.
Tattle on that old fogy.
Hiding a re-cycled stogy.
Near the front bush.
About anybody unannounced,
Can bounce-in, these days!
Hard-core corporate sinners.
Hard working, making this world better?
With what thanks?
To greet the other side in hell?
If we don,t get to them.
Perhaps us as well.
Without Grace.
Sure would like to tattle,
On those arriving at the last minute.
Budgeting time, to edit a grocery list.
Tattle?, to Who?
Tattle on ladies, so easily upset.
If the closing clock, past noon strikes.
They must sell powerfully minted cookies.
Serving such a needed feast.
Considering whats for breakfast.
Dear Jesus, can you explain?
Why you cursed the fig branch?
So Our sports fans can understand?
Boy would I ever like to tattle,
On that little, freckled faced girl.
Sneaking in her kitten.
Us listening, to penetrating competitive "Meows."
"We are the cats meow."
"Not hippo-critters."
So please join Us.
123 altogether sing.
"We love Him."
"We love them."
They love Us."
"Love"," one-another."
Sounds absolutely crazy, doesn't it?
Like Ramen noodles,
packaged, dried worms are instant.
Just add hot water, stir, and eat.
Strands of dried leaves that
hang about your neck,
they dance with each motion,
their bodies rustle in wonder.
Did you notice the stripes
on the bathroom walls?
Orange, cream,
rotten green,
shivering in the electric air.
My hands find the ground,
hard and cold,
they count each tile.
Three-hundred-thirty-five.
The interwoven lines that the tiles create
form the grid of life.
I am sitting on square
two-hundred-twenty-three.
Only a few left to conquer
until my trivial existence
is at an end.
dried tea bags --
her smile warm and
inviting
The tiny dried leaves
Falling from the tree to give
Space to new ones
Everyone talks about money laundering.
I often wondered what that meant.
So I found out from a good source, the internet.
There's alot of information on the subject, if you just search.
An example goes something like this..,
What if an elderly man had thousands in his bank account and some of those thousands disappeared during his relationship with a woman, who had a past for greediness and conning.
The old man's family then tried to find his missing money, they even went to the authorities for help, but to no avail.
The old man died and the greedy woman moved on. Time passed and soon a very suspicious transaction occured.
The greedy woman and her new husband purchases a piece of real estate, using all cash as a large down payment, for grins and giggles let's say around fifty thousand dollars.
The other suspicious part would be that the man and his wife created an LLC in one state and then made a purchase of the new real estate in a different state, using the LLC that they had created, for the use of said purchase of real estate.
The new real estate was soon sold after the purchase and the LLC was closed.
My question would then be-who in the world uses all cash, for a down payment? And then uses two different states to purchase and then resell the real estate, after just purchasing it. Seems like alot of trouble to go through to purchase a piece of real estate, if you ask me, but no ones asking me so I would have to think this is suspicious.
This could be one example to explain a way that a person would hide stolen money and attempt to wash it clean, I guess that's why it's called money laundering, and now we both know.
she is the most beautiful wild flower
time ran fast fades the glamour
living in twilight zone.
Sun-Dried Rain
David J Walker
Following the path of
Southwest winds
Carving canyons
Starving clouds and land alike
Making sand of topsoil
As pilgrims pray for rain
staking a claim in blowing dust
In bilingual refrains
of long missed moisture
and drying rust
Sun-dried children cleansed and swaying
on backyard clothes lines
dying for a drop
of Sun-Dried rain
Who will be selected Queen of
This year’s Dust Storm Fest
Like fresh fruit skin in dry weather
Luscious looks can't hold together
A face takes a hit
From a cigarette lit
And a plum becomes fruit leather
The news is..! Britain is favorite for the euro vision
Showcase.'
That will show it just what it's missing..'
LOL)) Ukraine is I Apparently going to win
The contest anyway..?
Top seat and jello
From aunty eu.)
I didn't hear that
From Joe Biden.!
I don't think so at least. ?