Best Indulgently Poems

Spring tantalizingly unfolds vernal, winsome
Blossoms of lilies pristine, undulating to appease
Fawning nectar-dreams adrift on wings of bees
Frolicking tranquility of rustling flowering trees

Refulgent summer, too, unpacks variegated
Revelry on rivers, oceans, flamboyant meadows
As ubiquitously nature paints blooms primrose
On hills and valleys oscillating jubilant shadows

Autumn’s brilliance courts dazzling...

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The cares of the world waft away like
the vague images of a forgotten dream  
when he climbs into bed beside me.  

And my comfort is found in the warmth 
of a slight up-curved smile relaxing across 
an unshaven face tickling me with a
hundred...

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sea-urchins in rock pools –  
the flesh, a delicacy – 
sparkle – 
protected from the ocean
where anemones proliferate – 
by a mist-glistening  
heart shaped rock:
the keeper of my secrets – 

a cache of memories 
of mornings snorkelling
surface
eddy on the periphery 
—homesick for my...

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Tom foolery, 
Sparking intense anxiety
Led by panting and arguing
And violent door slamming.

A woman leaves.
Tears, gracing her eyes
A man recedes,
 Fearful anger proceeds

An annoyed man 
Sets out all his plans
His tools in place
His anger, as he tries to ease.

The woman, it seems
Goes out, not as pleased
Immersing...

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Within my mind
   I drift,
Images, memory and recollections
   Gods gift.
As a child
   I was the daydreamer.
Act, thought and action
   never once a schemer.
A separate world
   existed in my head.
The adventure and fantasy
   which...

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THE CERTAINTY? 

Every Sunday at 10.35, whatever the season,
The elderly couple from down the road walk by on their way to Matins.
It used to be 10.45 in their prime but, as age creeps on, it takes more time to get there.
He still wears a suit...

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There was a sudden lull in the day
 when all the children sat still without play.
They gathered round the barbecue
 straining to get hamburger, hot dogs, one or two.

The adults spent the hours oblivious
 as suddenly each child grew more mischievous.

All the adults busy drinking...

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I've never lost a friend worth keeping.
Only the ones who share their indulgently fake smiles.
They refused to reveal their true form; or was their depth the identical parallel of their surface all-the-while?
The kinks in my armor I exposed, 'twas "honor" they withheld.
Locking me in a...

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There are so many types
That I have seen – 
Would you call me tired?
But then, it does make me tired....
They think they are safe 
And that no one is watching.
So the quiet ones turn boisterous;
The boisterous burst into tears,
The angry smile indulgently,
And the kind metamorphosise...

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Vexation at self - regarding avoidable altercation...

Today May 12th, 2021
at Royersford (Pennsylvania) LIDL,
when spouse stepped into checkout line
(minus her horse drawn grocery cart -
pushed courtesy yours truly).

While passively standing stock still
I (think Stonewall Jackson)
let scenario unfold before
mine myopic eyes,
whereby acquiescing
nonverbally attempting to scooch
closer to conveyor...

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It’s boxing day (the Brit name for the day after Christmas) and Pamela, Lisa’s grandmother is visiting our little pandemic ark. Pamela’s a Cowboys fan so we’re watching them slaughter Washington - between commercials - but now a Tesla commercial is running. “Those electric cars,”...

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Poetry turns from the common man,
Turns on its arrogant heel,
Stalking away toward the cloistered academe.

Nothing is duller or deader than
Poets unable to feel
Love—or compassion, or dream the lofty dream.

Thus poetry turns from you, from me,
And talks to itself, indulgently,
And nobody hears. Quite understandably....

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Knick-knacks, bottle caps, pop tabs, and acid
The reflux of my mind of many memories redacted
Connections don't elucidate the fuzzy things that happen
Only emphasize the vacuity of brains fried and flattened

I wouldn't deign to age another decade with this habit
But self-control's a feeble virtue in youthful...

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THE OTHER CHEEK

When they mocked me for my lack of height,
I let it go over my head.
The best things come in small packages, 
So my mother said.

Then, when they said I was ugly,
And was looking ten years older,
I shrugged and told them that beauty was
In...

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