Best Fictitious Poems

There once was a gal most religious
Whose love for her god was prodigious
   She looked deep inside
   Found fallacies most wide
She now lives a life less fictitious...

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From the word 'born', she was made to be a queen.
From the weight numbers 7.7 lbs., she was born to be queen.
She was daddy's girl and mother's pearl, a gift to the world.
Not all queens are strong, but this future queen was born strong.

Although some...

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Daddy Warbucks
All I can Say Is Oh Shucks !
Pennies Nickles Dimes and Quarters
Digging alittle deeper for I know he likes to still hoarder



Entry For Matt Caliri's Contest...

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My grandfather Hymie 
     spent his entire life at sea
his thick calloused hands 
     and ruddy complexion re
     enforced non verbal body language 

voluminous tomes as testimony
     to countless...

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(scoured from dregs of me muss held head)

I shore up a vignette to free 
my ("FAKE") grandfather Hymie,
whose scrunched countenanced 
evinced beetle that of browed monkey
he spent his entire life at sea
his thick calloused hands

and ruddy complexion re
enforced non verbal body language
voluminous tomes smoothed 
nick...

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on Friday
one pm 
reporter
for the 
standard-examiner
at s8
interview me 
puffy puffery  

it is the day before Saturday 

one post meridiem (1 p.m.) demolishment  
set in time


correspondent of journalist 
falls  quickly ephemeral, quick

standard and examiner
frolicking on Sections of eight 

with a simple dialogue 
of...

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Your dreamy bold curious unstable eyes
Juicy lips mounted with sober plausible sexy ties
Though silent yet propulsive pensive piercing voice
Curly hair, bare shoulder possessing fervid demise
All is enough to drive my sincere soul over flies...

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A faux pas meant to be funny
a complicated compliment 
undressing the address

Words intermingle
suspending the single

Ghosts masked in the past
hypocrisy lasts
living a lie
tears in the sky

Explaining the unexplainable
a throne unattainable
reprecussions released
a mindset at ease

Lay down your pen
surrender's at hand...

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Maybe a simulation only
Tsunami tells us the waves 
Will eventually roar storeys high
The endless quarrying tells us 
One day the mountain rocks start rolling
The flood tells us the rivers
Will penetrate into the cities like roads
Pollution makes the rivers feed on colours
Acid rain sheds the leaves...

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Found me raised
     in the Antebellum South
     born an academically gifted
     whip smart, (and any other
     apropos) above average adage
smart son with a
     healthy dose...

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The night grows dark, not my eyes -
With vision sharp, with a puzzled mind
I look, into the bushes, without a blink
Waiting for some light.
I can feel the fog, cold on me
It makes my palms and fingers numb;
My hard breath falls harsh on them
No peace for...

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Smokes
of cigarettes
and mugs
full of coffee,
next
to the fictitious line
where the eddy
of words
leans against
and nods,
wounded,
to my silence....

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When I walk I don’t cause 
                                      ...

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So proper and prim in my Brooks Broithers suit.
( I loathe that Obama! I much prefer Newt.)
Decorum at all times, when in public view.
( Dwelling on feelings would render one blue.)
An Ivy League background, a young trophy wife,
(I prefer peace and quiet, an absence of...

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At the corner of the room, where only kerosene lamp’s light glows, 
head slightly bent over the ancient narra table, a man, divorced, sits

in solitude, in front of him his grandpa’s gold pen and a block note---
of winter hues. And, in the aroma of a...

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