Best Gawkers Poems

I feel like a star
cast amongst this ambiguousness
of sky
and I'm hanging on
to vacant air

as all the saplings
and gawkers
slurp on lattes
and wish upon my misery

alas, when one of those whims
chooses to make itself
come true,
I'll shoot like a meteor

into nothing

but a tittle of dust
flickering
in someone else's dream...

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Life is plainly, totally, undeniably, unfair!
Looking in the mirror I screamed, “who stole most of my hair?”
I was never Rapunzel, a svelte heroine, locked in a tower,
But who dare turned me into Quasimoto’s twin, short and dower?

How can I go dancing with my silver amour,...

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He heard commotion, "Well Land O'Goshen!! Whatever could it be?
It stirred his notions, and came invading, to wake his fading dreams
As he raised his head, the dreaded clock had invaded peace instead
He dreaded rising, was compromising, while lying in his bed
The tick and tock, it...

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Van Gogh's Yellow House

On the corner of a cobblestone street, a yellow house stands,
and nearby, a bistro to eat in, and a café where friends meet,
are illuminated by a sulfur sun under a cobalt sky.

A train barrels past the sunlit house of unfulfilled dreams,
as I...

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Pulsating honor doth corroded hearts impound
A blustery breeze echoes cries from each, preceding battleground
A recurring, eager parade of reporters, gawkers freely roam distant mound
Below, fatigued, tidy mass of steeled infantry; to death's throes bound
Neighing horses conditioned to mayhem the pageantry doth confound
On opposite ridges, mounted...

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A man who was built like an horse
Was stunned by his recent divorce
His wife learned her knockers
Excited some gawkers
And all of them could stay the course!...

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She was as sexy as sexy can be
   Body undulating like the sea
Hips gyrating at the speed of sound
   Billowing breasts holding gawkers spellbound

Legs as shapely as candy canes
   Inviting as a decanter of fine champagne
Lips so enticing that...

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What gallant form from vaunted perch doth alight
Leaving tailwind that unassuming gawkers affright
Whose tawny shadow the sun's rays doth blight;
Swarthy silhouette shading glint so erudite
Whose tan-welted oars the azure seas doth smite;
With swift strokes the ethereal waves doth unrequite
Whose beige shield occludes satin rampart's line...

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In brokered spaces hangs a clammy chill
That gawkers with heightened senses distill
With stealth, guile, avarice and pawned skill
Around unsuspecting celebs their viruses congeal
Intimate and carefree moments quarantined in a still
Tendered seconds stolen by each, maverick shill
Plundered with a ravenous, rapacious thrill
Each grainy visage paying the...

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Hubris makes me wait
For something better
Which is all the poisonous tundra
That my mind can take today
So, let begin, the parade
Streaming displays
Traversing
Through crowded gawkers
Who sing and cling
To verses, euphonic notions
Of melodies and maladies
Only recognizable to an audience
Of unknown disparity, such as they
And where am I
Among the...

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Another Sky Diver

Two shrill little beeps in my phone..
An incoming message into the Whatsapp messenger  in  my phone…. 
Pick up my trusted phone and quickly finger traced open the Whatsapp messenger…
Not to disappoint, there was that familiar symbolic mark of a message in...

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High above all the nonsense I see below,

Eyes plummet to you alone in its midst,

Surrounded by illogical thoughts with no substance,

Dreamers who make no plans without you there,

Still looking up to me on high pedestal built for you,

I spread the wings you gave me so...

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Stella's Garden
A gorgeous row of tiny dainty crystal bells lead the neighbors into Stella’s mystical garden.  She is thrilled to see their interest, and points out other items that are growing – turnips, radishes, lettuce, peas, tomatoes and green beans. The true gawkers are...

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Vivian, my eighty-years-seasoned neighbor, called Vi, is a mystery only to those who did not return her first cheerful “hi”.
She is an open-book person, ready to love and accept everyone.  I met Vi the first day I was out in my yard building a...

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Life's a cruel stage
for the sensitive soul
who must suffer in whole,
the jeers and the babble
of an ignorant rabble

Who, paying their
tuppence for cheap
balcony seats,
spew their bile,
words so vile
as to make
a stone weep

The reviews
of the critics, 
far be them from smitten,
are bloodily written,
by these cynics 
leaking hate...

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