Best Lank Poems

Wie waak oor ons gans die wakkernag?
Vind sondes.lank vergete
n aanklag eggo in die gewete
Dalk net stank demone
Wat slaaploos toi-toi in talle drome

Watter wekker skrik sy meester kaal
Wyl hy rondtol.in n lakenhel?
Skape, pennies en sy woorde tel
Of plak gebede saam met drome vas
Teen blank plafonne en...

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Reverie of Reflection

How may I serve thee, when I have grown old? 
When the rocking chair arms embrace their hold;
And silence cuddles lank and limping legs,
Uninvited tears roll down cheeks of age.

My dreams of passionate youth grandiose,
Fighting and failing for “good” bellicose,
Undone deeds clog the...

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A restless girl in a pink bedroom 
  Scans the implacable ceiling, 
Or buries her face in a book 
  To subdue the hurting feeling. 
And the days fall flat as roadkill, 
  Grind on and cool their heels 
In minutes and...

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Lank shimmery hair flows off her shoulders
Cascading aloft sweet midnight zephyr
Alone she sits perched on seaside boulders
Under somber moonlight where he'd left her

Night after night she's at the rendezvous
Serene silhouette against the skyline
Amorously bidding her love adieu
Should by design the stars divine align

The twilight shadows...

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Masai Mara Migration
 

When Mother Nature calls
A wildebeest then recalls
Yonder, to migrate en mass
In search of Greener Grass.

Great a Hand that beckons
Utopia is yonder he reckons
Perfect is the Clock of Time
Telling of the right clime. 

Behold, the forest on horns
Jutting like stirring thorns
Lank calf on...

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Thar was once an old buckaroo named Hank,
  
   Who was very absent-minded and lank.

      He told his hoss to skedaddle,

         Fergittin' to mount the saddle.

   ...

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The fisherman sat on the bank
patiently he waits for a bite
but his reel stayed very lank

He wanted to score a good rank
but was having no luck at this site
the fisherman sat on the bank

A few nibbles and his reel sank
his bait gone, words he did...

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A fisherman sat with line all lank
perched on crooked stool that soon sank
backside now all mud covered
his face an embarrassed red
off home he went with his pants all dank.

11/13/2014

contest: limericks clean and clever...

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The nights are long, the weather drear,
An eastern wind blows cold and keen –
This is the mean time of the year.

The clock’s go back and winter’s here. 
Grey skies : the sun is seldom seen,
The nights are long, the weather drear.

Season of misty atmosphere,
Forgotten days...

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HOMELESS,  NOT  HOPELESS


Put on my face brave
Buy razor and shave
Change socks even if it’s not
Really winter yet
Ice has not yet set
But socks have started to rot


Trim my long lank hair
(what’s left and still there)
Check the skip for new sweater
Maybe new shirt too
Don’t mind...

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Morning; I awake
with stiffness in my
lank legs.
Yesterdays long run
has taken its toll
on my
ungrateful, ageing
body....

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N TROTSE AFRIKANER BOER

Ek staan vanaand en kyk na my land 
Suid Afrika.

Waar is ons land dan? Waar gaan 
ons le vanaand? 

Ek sien weer die voortreker wa. Ek 
sien weer my oupa se oupa waar hy 
jonk en vrolik die osse inspan, want 
net...

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Poems about Adam, Eve, Lucifer

Eden
by Michael R. Burch

Then earth was heaven too, a perfect garden.
Apples burgeoned and shone, unplucked on sagging boughs.
What, then, would the children eat?
Fruit indecently sweet,
redolent as incense, with a tempting aroma...



Outcasts
by Michael R. Burch

There was a rose, a prescient shade of...

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The Ancient Mariner of the parliament square
Like the mariner he was, a scrawny, skin unfair
A loner with a glittering eyes, possibly a bit touched
A Clint Eastwood impersonator look, he seemed to bear

But a powerful speaker than professional speakers.
Urging  world to live a more Christian...

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He stared at the pictures,
faces of the love searchers,
twenty first century wanted posters, 
scanning their rewards,
nothing pecuniary ,
preliminary,
maybe,
move on.

“Shall I advertise myself,” he thought,
no one appears sold or bought,
given to the mass,
on a screen of glass,
the physical hidden,
abrogate madness in description, 
we are all still...

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