Best Kyrielle Poems

To you who knew me in my youth,
Who spread sweet joy and spoke with truth;
Before you passed to heaven’s skies,
I saw an angel in your...

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The bogs’ their fruit – the woodlands’ leaf
embrace a ripened red motif,
as cranberries and maples blaze
Oh Lord, I praise October days.

Where starling murmurations dance
a breathless...

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In Praise of God

I look to you for love and grace,
Trusting belief in you I place.
Please keep us safe within your sight.
I feel your presence...

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"Crooning melancholy strains, Autumn bids adieu to Summer." 

Near August’s end, she starts to saunter in.
The time has come when I will start to long
for...

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Abandoned in the fifties after the war
A freight elevator stuck between floors
Obsolete machinery, splintered old chairs
In a warehouse in Newark, New Jersey somewhere

Dead air presses...

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The Festival of Lights, Chanukah has arrived
a hopeful time of praise each year revived. 
The Menorah lit, each home becomes a church.
Blessed are You, L-rd...

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They say I’m crazy, but I can’t forget
how she smiled at me when our eyes first met.
To see her, to hear her - each day...

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When her smiles are no longer real
And she laughs only now and then
If every thought is now kept sealed
Hold her until she feels again

When memories...

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For sunsets that can make me sigh;
for all your candy for the eye -
each mountain, forest, lake or shore.
I Praise you, God, for gifts galore.

For...

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So long have I harped of regret,
For price of vice is not paid yet,
With rueful heart, Lord, now I pray;
O God, won't you show me...

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Her tired old eyes lit up bright.
A thankful tear, she could not hide.
A sweet aroma fills her nose;
because he gave a single rose.

Confined to this...

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When Autumn veils my season's smile
and lingers in the air a while . . .
though Indian days be gold spun,
my summering will come undone.

Night's shadows...

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Oh, mild flower I chanced to meet,
A ruby red, yet so discreet.
She'd never seen a hue my blue.
Sweet deathly rose that I once knew.

Her fragrance...

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I hear sounds of the wind hissing and rustling.
I listen on the beach to the waves cascading,
Slapping, tossing swashing the sand pebbles,
Something close to eternity...

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"Alas! The lessening light, the worsening my plight-
My face- a somber expression..." excerpt  from 
*a poem by Just That Archaic Poet


The summer of my...

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