Best Marauding Poems

Crisp end of winter morning,
my shovel digs the soil,
turning over weeds and worms,
and watch them twist and coil …
hoe the dirt once more again,
until a soft and silky bed,
then plant seeds, where once grew weeds,
and grow vegetables instead.

Watch out for snails!
Watch out for slugs!
Watch out...

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I meander through verdant valley
where meadows collide in windswept jade,
hillsides bathe in summer sunshine
and oceans of clouds, commit to shade.

Moorland sheep laze in woolly clusters
creating footpaths upon the hill,
busy hedgerow a rural city
scar of an era, is town head mill.

Vibrant coppice alive with creatures
leafy towers...

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Night stirred memories, once forgotten of the days 
I burnt in love when you consumed my days,
and I carried you like a queen in the palanquin of my thoughts!

without forethought, to elbow out the marauding of memories,
I set out, travelling miles, my heart throbbing in...

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"Broken families beget culprits, and late remorse can never set things right"
~ By Poet.

Scenes reel back casting dark shadows,
Of the fated day I had to leave my home,
Handcuffed and guarded by cops on either side,
Despised by all as one so loathsome.

I had in me, then...

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Block by block it starts to rise, Great Wall of China begins,
A barrier to stem the horde, marauding Mongolians,
Must be bigger and better, than ever attempted before,
Also should be breathtaking, far into the clouds will soar. 

Where on earth do we start, going be thousands...

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“Blue Angels, Black Sheep, Monitors and The House of Random Penguins” 

The womb
is scooped like 
an over ripe melon
Time is the incorrigible felon,
the forgotten lost garden explored 
overturned and raked, 
neatly messed, 
in more ways than 1, 
never removed, not yet,
it would be too very...

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Norse Mythology, Return Of The Slayer Of Dragons

( Part One, Darkness Arrives)

I - (THE PLEA)

Slayer of weak beasts, ravager of torn breasts
Darkness from East, dragons its armored crests
What hero dares to slay this foul evil
What man may dispatch this tool of the devil?
Hell's fires doth...

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We rode out of Camelot, sun arising, 
five knights led by Galahad all bold and true, 
on a quest to slay a marauding dragon,
at Arthur's request.

T'was noon when we discovered the dragons lair, 
and kept a safe distance at the forests edge, 
then crept forward...

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Music, Oh mysterious sprite!
Lift me to the seamless realms of delight.
Your ubiquitous presence I feel; 
In the hum of crickets, in the silence of the stars,
In the falling cataracts, in the running streams,
You are there in the roaring sea breakers,
And under the swift wings of...

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Within the subtle soundless silence
There exist echoes of a lingering loud
My pendulous heart decrees in defiance
Such emotions plundered and ploughed

Like a geocentric giant guillotine
My lamenting love sacrificially sliced
My soul slaved in the Enigma machine
Where dreams are deceptively diced

The loving light battles the darkest day
And sorrows...

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Through the eyes of one born in 1952:

1950’s TV craze
Muscle cars, blue jeans
Poodle skirts, class ring exchanges
Simple time, grandparents involved.
Girls want to be pretty, men call women girls

I Love Lucy
Topper, Loretta Young,
Show of Shows
Grandma’s house on Sundays. Grandpa’s teach skills.
Girls want to be beautiful, men...

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Historically accurate, narrative poem

27 November 1868, on the banks of the Washita River  

Dawn’s peaceful first light streaks the eastern skies, 
belying the horror of a marauding force of horses and men,
silently stealing over new fallen snow preparing 
to deliver a fateful blow to...

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Nameless nomad from nowhere needed nestling niche
 Emotions enveloped evermore excitement exuberant
 Vague venture veered on valiant venerable voyage
 Ever eager to enter enticing enclave of enduring endearment
 Recognized remote rhythm of romantic reverie in rippling rapture.

 Life’s listless landscape lighted lunar luminosity lured by...

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Hilly lent me his post hole digger ‘cause I’m putting up a fence
around me veggie garden, so I could give it some defence
from marauding sheep and cattle that some keep on their block,
and forget about their fences, so I feed their wandering stock.

They eat all...

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