Best Fortnights Poems

Pardon ma'am, but I noticed you've been staring at this painting for a while
She is beautiful but has such a melancholy face, it's hard to look away
Her name is Veronique and that's me behind her, the little canary
She's been my sorrowful mistress now for almost...

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Ah! Drop your prejudice and hear
I lost my love, fortnights ago
My weeping tears dried-up
Searching for my last name.
With solo flashlight wandering 
Among scattered droplets of war.


First Place in HEXASTICH IT Poetry Contest sponsored by nette onclaud...

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Tonight I died Cold and lonely,
Caught between regret and peace.
Life hereafter for me will cease, 
but not from existence; 
Rather from cruel intentions,
inflected pain from a host of honorable mentions.
journeys of ascensions and descents into madness;
Surely they are my birth right.
For Fortnights I have contemplated,
Indecisive...

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(This moment ...of today’s new found moon)

I am cradling the moment  
as I would cradle you ….if only you would let me
I have cupped it in my palm….in a small boat of white
…blue sails full of the warm summer winds that crest over my...

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Rudolph Sperry was a ranch-owner’s son,
and rode hard for his Circle-S brand,
helping punchers herd cattle 'cross the plains,
in Nebraska’s western Sand Hill lands,
he wasn’t that bad for a young man,
but even though he daily risked his neck,
it seemed the cowboys gave him no respect.

He suspected...

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And where the friends
Who look me squarely in the eye
Those fangled with new recessions
And past regressions
Do they recall like I
Do they insist on knowing more
To remember less
To wither from former glory
An aside to which
They subconsciously yearn from
Do they value what I
With its sordid aspirations
And intractable...

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The bowl of fruit left on the table
to wither and rot by those unable.
Those whose minds are shattered by death,
whose minds are weakened and bereft.
There cliché exhibit they concede,
tells of their leal for their dead lief.
We sing a laud then leave lento,
yet I looked back...

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June 12th 2017 TRANSITION revisited and revised today 4/2/2021

While scrolling over outdated docs
(i.e. namely OpenOffice documents)
derrière seated upon hard backed chair,
yours truly came upon following poem
to share with anonymous readers,
whereby slight modifications 
got made to original file.

Until fairly recently, 
(no less than a few years...

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Can't you hear the call? 
how often
does it seem to you 
that the wonders fall? 
when the stars seem to trickle
spinning 

when will the conflagoration win? 
the wind,
why does it pine for a future so saturnine? 

or yet that it calls me to a place...

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The unicorn eggs had been hidden many fortnights ago,
The last to remember them was a Prophetess named Woe.
She had written down the secret sign to open the safe of gold
But it had blown under the throne room floor and now lay cold.

Because it was their...

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The unicorn eggs had been hidden many fortnights ago, 
The last to remember them was a Prophetess named Woe.
She had written down the secret sign to open the safe of gold
But it had blown under the throne room floor now lay cold.

Because it was their...

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Military service (compulsory) 
 
Stationed at a camp
The discipline, not too tough unless you had never done up your bed.
They gave us some old German rifle not
Shooting anyone, but for training.
I liked to go guard duty patrolling the perimeter
There I could sit behind a big...

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Groggy in the morning but she’s my sunrise

My eyes open to your sun, your shine

Angel under the sun she’s all mine

I hope you feel how I feel about you, because I love you more

Wish I could experience the first sunrise over and over

My love, picture...

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as I slipped through your past
without leaving marks or a trace
I can't say the same
there's only me to blame

you crawled in under my skin
I can't shake you free
there must be a reason
that my mind's imprisoned

my fifteen minutes of fame
expired fortnights ago
but yours still stays with...

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