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 gloom.
Like a pestiferous browsing parasite
Intent on some impending doom.

Crawl! Crawl away from sight...
I reject all you say and do. Find
Another...

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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 my pleasurable dreams, I was eventually aroused,
By sweet breezes that blew past, the place where I drowsed.

With a sigh of...

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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 drowsed in the forever of a moment!
Magenta blush and red flowers over my head,
Waved at the vivid birds floating above,
As...

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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 humble sheep.
Then one man neared and asked his name,
He gasped to answer the simple query,
The beads of sweat was vivid...

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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 of dreams,
I heard a strange sound, while soaking in gay sunbeams!

The sound came from my closet, quite across the room,
And...

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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 I'd known in childhood,
On a tree lined street of birdsong, in a fine old neighborhood.

Now I had lilacs of my...

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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, they forgot the hours,
Before they noticed, it was early morn,
Time to hide from men in the field of corn,
One night,...

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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 history, you tell no tale;
Cogent than ingredients and concoction,
Fiat is your potent and reverend name.

When the Earth was total gel
And...

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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 their bread and butter.
Late one night, a conversation overheard--
As from sleeping, the children had been stirred:
"We'll lose them in the...

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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 had always loved nature, having begun gardening when I was a child,
As bluebirds rise up singing so early, in the...

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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 link the chain of demonic laws
For she a slave of your intent consent none
To this, but hostage of your will...

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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, 
no one's young, no one's old,
they were all in same horde. 

As I saw the leaves fell,
the blowing wind came...

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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 angel’s hair.

She must have borne it Heaven-wards,
This thought I barely knew was there,
It must have drowsed in sorrow' s dreams
And,...

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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 haze in summer’s brunt. 

The city is by heat waves stunned
Into dreams of cool hills far-flung. 
Waking hours are all...

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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 grove distracts
  My stiff and weary shin,
Yet they move on and trudge along
  The dark and shady green.

There...

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