Best Lope Poems

Above a cloudy jar of brine
That floated greenish hard boiled eggs,
Beside a Schlitz beer waterfall
That told bar time (ten minutes fast),
A taxidermied Jack-A-Lope
With rabbit ears...

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Beauty of beauties! Butterfly!
Most exorbitant in glitters!
O, Divine blessing from above!
Rainbow of multiple colors 
And symbol of love!
Beauty of beauties! Butterfly!

Beauty of beauties! Butterfly!
A universe,...

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spires stretch heavenward in a twilight sky
crimson hues and nighttime blues do battle
as people lope lazily over a dusky bridge
like cattle with cameras;
snapping the domed...

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Was it at the close of wakeful light 
  Rough cutting field and town, 
  The dark blade-cleaving deep, 
  Eyebrow sharp...

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MY HEART IN YOUR HOMELAND


Cupid must have been busy he forgot my heart,
And so instead of a man I've fallen in love,
it is in the...

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I only be looking down now, looking inside myself now,
not head set in defeat but reflection, not the thoughts but the actual events that happened,...

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Limericks croisés : Once a Mother Professor and Daughter
      
     for Farid & Zafir

Once (a) Mother...

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Cowgirl Up

Well, I had a mean hoss like that 
Way back in twenty three
He had the surliest temper
You'd ever want to see

He'd snake them ears...

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Hey,
Do you smell that?
That musky scent 
      with earthy undertones
leading off to the right.

Slipping into a lope,
as silent as the...

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THE SURGE

You came like as expected
Winds furiously shaking the ground
Rain unstoppable continuous to pound.

As hours passed, your fierce marks the town
water increases up to its...

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In Cities in Flight
transformations are chronicled over generations.
It can make us cry
out for the genius occurring
now and in our past. How
the unseen, unknown participant
was made...

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Pecos Bill rode herd in the vast forlorn.
His quiet Paint gobbled buttered popcorn.
A tornado, in a fit, 
Came for a whirlwind visit. 
“Paint, meet Curley....

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Exracted from Gerald Nforche's Epic, The Slave's Tale


-Duala, RIOS DOS CAMEROES, 1787-

One fine morning, when love birds flew and sang 
And the valleys with every...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 8

The pain that M’m’selle inflicts on her toes
Twists itches in bums and bosoms of hope
Each in his own...

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Ow, my darkling
My lope for you is endive
There will never be anonymous
To take your peace

Your voice sinks to me
in lovely harmless
Yoghurt heart beats with mine
in...

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