Best Droppings Poems

The image burns within
my brain of an 
old medieval hall,
remembered from childhood
picture books.

The food is heaped
upon the board,
the shields are on the wall.
The lords and...

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“Die Another Day”


“Your mission, should you so deem it,
Is to infiltrate ALL Fluff Clusters in K.A.O.S. Headquarters
And bloody well steam it!”


“The Place is a hazardous...

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Discarded in yesterdays trash
Cardboard boxes never last
New things arrive in them
Old things stored in them
Rotting boxes on a voyage
Leftovers to those with out any coinage

Tom...

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Bibbety Bobbity bunny went shopping with his mum
She bought him a pogo stick so he could have some fun

For other bunnies had teased him about...

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If I write down words
that pour from me like
water rushing from a rusty gutter
carrying my cries in the flood
with decaying leaves and
the smattering off the...

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I've spanned these banks for many years,
made evident in the rusty tin adorning my roof 
My sides are scarred , colors been stripped
from angry storms...

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Why does my new girlfriend always wear a cowboy hat
She lives in the big city in a high rise council flat
I gazed up at the...

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My car was parked beneath a tree,
More gingkoish than oaken;
I never noticed birds a’perched,
Yet each one left a token.

The windshield was opaquely masked;
The roof and...

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I stay close to home these days,
my roaming needs seeming to
expire with age, finding more
of what I need in the Silence
of packing; of course, this...

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Regrets

They follow you like vultures
soaring in wistful circles
alighting on church roofs
at weddings and christenings,
never out of your sight
and chew on your dreams.
Their shadows mark the...

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Suspended high up the tower, 
I hang out of sight.
My shiny golden brass core is hollow,
but I have a big mouth with a bell as...

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(Co-written by my son for a school assignment)

I punched my sister
in the stomach
to try to retrieve
my goldfish crackers

She cried like fish droppings
because her stomach hurt
then...

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The truth is, I'm afraid of most everything.
From the beautiful forests cloaking hungry beasts. 
Every wave of the ocean din harbors a cold dorsal fin...
with...

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Serendipity

God’s hand, like a muse of the serendipity,
Makes His presence self-evident
In marvels colliding
When happy chances of happenstance
Tango with moments of pure whimsy –
Living epiphanies’ lifeblood...

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THE FIRST TIME I SAW VERA…

I saw: A scrawny, wrinkled, little thing with sallow, wrinkled skin, a head of fine white hair that looked like...

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