Best Heard Poems

I've never heard the sound of snow
nor dawning's oboes crooning light,
yet witnessed angels' trumpets blow

and chimings of the flurries grow
as alabastrine wings take flight.
I've never heard the sound of snow

when cello strings caress the bow
of morning at its burnished height,
yet witnessed angels' trumpets blow

a salmon...

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"May I?" she asked motioning to my dog-eared notepad as a child might
asking for a cookie expecting to be told it would spoil her dinner
I took another swallow, my hand instinctively moved to the book 
to protect it or keep her from disappointment, maybe both

"It’s...

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I Heard Mother
(to tune of "I Saw Mother Kissing Santa Clause")

I heard Mother scolding Santa's elf
As I prowled the house on Christmas Eve.
He'd hid in St. Nick's sleigh
And then sneaked out to play
After having waited for his boss to fly away.
Mother caught him gobbling all...

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(1.)  Honoring John Keats
, fifth poet in my dedication series

Oft From A Distant Echo, It Is Heard

At the start comes just a solitary word
oft from a distant echo, it is heard.
Imagination steps on into high gear
through deep, overcast clouds all is not clear
yet as...

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Down where the lavender wisteria blooms. 
For the first time this spring, and early in the morning  
I heard the whip-poor-will sing its intriguing tune. 

Later, when I looked out the kitchen window. 
Birds of many species were swarming freshly filled birdfeeders.
House finches, red...

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David, I just heard you'd started writing poetry,
so it made my day to get your rhyming note -
the first time in this school a note's been passed to me.

I always wished a boy like you would like me too.
You're smart and cute . I want...

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Summer 1967
                           None of us ready for heaven
           ...

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I was just sitting there writing when I saw her stroll in,  
I wasn’t alone, all eyes followed those curves sashaying 
as if she owned the place and maybe she did. . . 
if a heart can skip a beat, mine did a somersault.

Obviously...

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The whistles screamed that cold dark night
                                      ...

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Remember when that nudnik dropped a bucket of paint
    on a canvas 'in the name of art,' but I said, "No, it ain't!"

  Or the time that politician just cursed and cursed
    and I told him he ought...

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Whispering to be heard                                         ...

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I heard a bird singing
As I was on my way
It led direction for me
As it took my breath away

It warbled cheerfully,
From a tree above the snow
It spread its song gleefully,
What kind of bird, I wanted to know

I heard a bird singing
Its melody surrounded me
I turned...

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WHEN MY WORDS ARE MORE THAN HEARD

 When my words act as proverbs
When my verbs are heard.
When the simple become wise
When my people listen to reason
And no longer follow folly.
When my adjectives invoke action, 
Instead of reaction.
When young eyes are opened 
To the riddles of...

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When words can't be seen and smiles aren't felt,
we fall onto paper and drip and melt...

We spread colors of blue and grey to highlight
an early morning sigh, and splash and orange tint
on a late afternoon high...

Late at night I will paint my sky a dark...

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Hey guys you thought it was fun to joy ride
Steal a car and go wild
Racing through the streets
Faster and faster 
You were heading for disaster
Your passenger can be heard shouting on his mobile to another friend
SLOW DOWN! SLOW DOWN!
But the driver laughs
The police are chasing
Blue...

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