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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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
...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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In this honeydew-hued candlelit room, 
our shadows slow-dance
indulgently caressing our cadaverous consciouses 
as they carelessly clatter through each step of sacrilegious self-revelation 

Layer by layer,...

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