Best Drowsed Poems

21.

I care not a fat hairy fig
For your task to decimate
And predicate my world
With such villainy and hate.

You evaporate the sunshine.
You bring nigh the distant...

Read more of this work...

It was late in the perpetual summer, and I had been dozing,
On a blue and balmy afternoon, as I lulled on my porch swing.

When from...

Read more of this work...

In the tall green grass of August I lay,
And the sky was a sparkling deep blue,
And the orange sun sat on a distant hill,
As I...

Read more of this work...

The shepherd stood on the field, frail,
He knew not what to do when and why,
As the wrathful sun did steep down,
The confused chap followed his...

Read more of this work...

It was the weekend, and I was sleeping late that day,
Alone with the morning, while savoring marvels of May.

As I drowsed luxuriantly, at the outskirts...

Read more of this work...

There was a fairy whose name was Fanny,
She had a dear friend whose name was Danny,
At night, they used to stroll among flowers,
Talking and walking,...

Read more of this work...

I had always adored purple lilacs, and never could get enough,
As wildflowers bloom abundantly, although times may get rough.

They had graced a backyard garden, that...

Read more of this work...

Go cast your stones if you will, and tell me
Your innocence is more just than her cause
Or read me in sand, flee her victory
Where you...

Read more of this work...

I had for long been an arborist, enthusiastically caring for the trees,
Like a grasshopper immersed in a green world, is glad for all he sees.

I...

Read more of this work...

Days are stolen by light begun
With the rise of a savage sun;
Air drips with a wearying clue 
To fire roiling down heaven’s flue, 
And sidewalks...

Read more of this work...

Hoary Decree, dateless Order, 
Anthroposophy of the cradle,
Bewilderment of upper echelon,
Agemo - the goddess of forms.

You are the word, you utter not any;
You are the...

Read more of this work...

I must have breathed a whisper-prayer,
A single strand of softest silk,
It must have floated through earth’s clouds
And, caught in current’s upward stair, 
Tangled in my...

Read more of this work...

In the pages of history
there's a baffling mystery
about the passing of the crew 
since eighteen ninety two.

Bright stars turned to dim 
whether fat or slim,...

Read more of this work...

At the edge of a wood, in days of summertime,
Lived Hansel and Gretel, once upon a time;
Whose dear father, a poor woodcutter,
Could no longer earn...

Read more of this work...

Here silence reigns supreme all time,
  And evening melts away
Into the night in distant sight
  From where the locals stay.

The murmur of the...

Read more of this work...