Best Misers Poems

Sixty some odd years ago, when I was just a kid, our home was on the very edge of town.
The man that lived next door...

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The end of days draws in so fast.
Nothing we know will ever last.
For some, time feels like real ice;
Be it lousy, or  be it...

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We will forever be carrying the lamp of redemption
On top of the high seas we utter in silence
That we are the misers the lepers of...

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They’re entering my place
And they will ask no question
I’ll understand through days
They took my world with action
Of thousands high-boots
Of coloures of the martial
The God won’t...

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So few needs that humans have
that some say bread and water.
Forgetting clothes and shelter
to leave you cold or hotter.

Who will make their list up
of what...

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One..
When everyone gets sorrow, everyone does not know to cry,
Some of the heart breaks like a glass piece!
But do not water the eyes!
The only God...

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I hear the sharp raindrops 
tap the budding green leaves
like the ticks from my wristwatch.
Through the childlike window
I see gigantic maple pillars 
and a forest...

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Act 3. A dark, empty stage.

Marat
(standing up)

My eyes went blank. That's how it goes when
you have been doubly knocked flat on your back
in half an...

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Initialising silhouettes submit to midwinter dawn
Beginning willingly to swallow colour of choices
Fledgelings' flamboyant campaigns display oblivion

Audacious adolescents distribute chafing thoughts
Attach entire esteem to securing peer...

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I see hell,
I see fire,
I see more than desired.
I see truth, 
I see liars,
I see all we've inspired. 
I see planets,
I see cages,
I see war...

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“On the Sonnet”
by John Keats

If by dull rhymes our English must be chained,
And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet
Fettered, in spite of painéd loveliness;
Let us find...

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Voices

by June Ellen Smith

Tiny voices in the nighttime rhyming with
Tiny hands, expanding into bigger ones,
Sucking thumbs and fingers. Ringers on
A pole - horseshoes. Tie shoes...

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When I sank...the friend I had were blind leaders; 
Among thorns and thistle and innocent robbers 
I did spend and spread my gold without manners;
I...

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In a world full of
misers and robbers, he gave
away prizes in
cash. His generosity
I applaud and wish to say
we get back what we
give many times multiplied.
Also...

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Filthy filthy
Foolish flake thieves
Dirty tricks up their sleeves
Hurting good people and destroying our earth-
Their very essence has no worth.

The duds of humanity
The ickness of vanity.
The...

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