Best Horded Poems

Continued from Part 1

               “Upon your knees in golden naves, while...

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What golden fevers disease drives the madman’s insanity,
A toxic yellow shines metal, that glitter beneath the polar Aurora,
Of greed’s horded treasure of the Klondike’s curse!
By...

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A lifetime of waiting, stacks of National
Geographic half as tall as me, piled on
every step. A girl with nothing to do but dream.

The yellow-black jackets...

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my dreams were not meant to be caught
nor horded to be worshiped in secret
No, no "Dream Catchers" for me
my dreams fly free

from the recesses of...

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Family, friends struggle to transcend
a never ending battle to cope,
life drowns in a spiraling trend,
descending a viral slippery slope.
Irritable, confident, shifty and brash,
every morning begins...

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Behind a counter in china shop sits a woman.
Between right thumb, index, middle, and ring fingers she holds an egg.
On the back wall are shelves...

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Let it be known that Arthur Sly
Was caught red handed and sentenced to die

For he trespassed and stole fine things
Like loaves of bread, diamonds, and...

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I remember shooting marbles during recess time.
There were puries, tiny worlds of milky blindedness.
Big heavy steelies, bearings from salvaged, derelict machines,
Hematite cores of some new...

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Bobby and Dot, are playing well together today.
Without stomping and hiding 
till the other swells and mommy realizes, she has to break 
up a rumble,...

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If we could look back to those neolithic times, 
    When early man would walk and roam.
There was a need for some...

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Beauty’s Bequest
               By Odin Roark

Some say
We all have one
An enigmatic wild...

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My thoughts linger in the bleak expanse that surrounds my disembodied conscious and  not even the pulsing epiphanies (a million lifetimes away) can bring...

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When I was born
the light was in other people’s eyes.
warm hands coddled
spills of milky mew-shaped thirsts
dabbed at my whiteboard mind.

I began to wink the world...

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English Three Verse Haiku Poem (c)

So much of all things
Had he, of gold, silver, pearls.
He never gave a
Thing away…the poor
From him got naught… He horded...

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The Cleverest Sin

.........................................................of them all is
Vanity

That mankind’s propensity
To take pleasure in
All the aspects of our creativity
Achievement and praise therein
For its own ingenuity

Can be and more...

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