Best Expertise Poems

Her romantic letters, birth as heart pure and true 
supported deep vows we both swore to be held to.
Her grace, soft as the silence of...

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The sun had just risen over town, it was a beautiful morning
And outside Baker's new Bakery, a long queue was forming
The aroma of fresh baking...

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In restless dreams I sail the night on celestial seas
starlight guiding my way along an uncharted course
exploring constellations with consummate expertise
but it's a secret, so...

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July 29, 1890

Colored daubs and swatches
crave artist’s practiced hand.
Justice, nearly blind, yet watches—
unwrought art upon a stand.

Regard the brushes in a row—
the palettes and the...

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I was caught by a train yesterday

I hear people say
this often in exasperation
exaggerated tones
with over-dramatic groans
as if the train somehow
physically captured them
in its large mechanical...

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He arrived wearing pink skinny jeans
They were scruffy and ripped at the seams
He looked like a wiener
I will not be meaner
But he’s sure not the...

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A friend reveals their true heart when you are feeling blue.
Their compassion cheers your spirit as they know the 'real' you.
They listen to you vent...

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A Poem as a Tribute on Mother's Day Part 2

I was again charmed 
By the singing of Koyal’s song
As the Koyal was still singing her...

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There's an earthiness to each scented breeze
and a warm caress in the Sun's embrace,
unveiling the telltale signs of Spring's tease.

The ice melts as rivers slowly...

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The temperature dropped by six degrees, 
snow now carpets the ground and tall fir trees.
I adore wintry days such as these,
and dash to the shed...

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I never enter every contest on soup 
Sometimes sponsors can be very hard to please
Achieving first place is not always a breeze
Some don’t like me...

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Three Sonnets tell a story, in sequence.
[From the narrative poem, "Don't Go to Wyoming Alone"]

         I. Natural...

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O’ Word

O’ word, for my Bibliogenesis 
‘My Dolly’
You are not fatherless
That I love you in the
Mouth of dear one Aesthesiogenically.
I feel you in my Parthenogenesis...

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The sand is stained red
with our bygone blood,
the blood that brought us from Ararat to the Alti,
a tribe trekking intrepidly through the Eurasian terrain,
caravans of...

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The world in 100 years ... Oh, perish the thought
 
 
Former President, Ronald Dump,  who was cryogenically frozen following his assassination after winning...

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