Best Necked Poems

Behind the parchment screen and eye to eye Punch chided.
Who are you? Who is she? He’d point it out. You’d see.
No marionette with strings was...

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"Fragments and crumbs of life, 
                   ...

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*NOTE:  Jack and I wonder how many of you have heard of the Zona Shue case – 
an American murder victim who had revenge...

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A giraffe approached
We necked

An elephant met me on the jungle path
I stored many thoughts in his trunk

A monkey smiles at me
Now I have no more...

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Where black-necked cranes come to chat with me
In the company of wine and deep brown honey
Flowing from apple twigs in the heavenly valley
Of Bumthang ,...

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"The Crow Bar"

she said,
here I bury my dead,
you can hear them sleeping
somnulent forget-me-nots,
snoring blithely unaware,
in neat rows between 
the thick,
ink injected lines,
their soiled lives
ploughed and...

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"This New Eden"

This eden 
rolls gently over me
like Sunlight beams
the car lights shine 
luminosity along 
the road, the dark night
dims eventually and 
morning arrives
This eden...

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On the Sixth Day

On the sixth day God created the animals
Oh what fun creating the animals;
Rolled up each sleeve to create all the animals
On the...

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Anteater's with their incredible 2 foot tongue
Bison their hides, one time under the gun
Cheetah's my, can they run
Dolphins bringing so much fun.

Elephants, Indian and African...

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i can never tell you how displeased readers 
  
   are by that position    the singular 

moment when nothing makes any sense

to them at...

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At the zoo, I was walking one day
when my young son had wandered away.

I glanced back; he came running to me:
"Mom, a dinosaur.  Come...

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Beyond the Black Fence
By Sy Roth

The land lay fallow 
Beyond the black fence.
Growth once dressed in a white blanket of hoar in winter landscapes 
Lush...

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If
By Byron Juno

If women MUST die
Then Atieno would die first
If children were to forage
Then Atieno's would forage forever
If women were to walk necked 
Then Atieno's...

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Whispers of weeping willows beckon me,
“Forget the rain; get ready for a ride!”
On a magic carpet I soar o’er sea 
Worldly troubles melt away as...

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"Penny Dreadful"





Penny Dreadful
Penny Dreadful

Do you remember when?
That time long before Formaldehyde kicked in?
When the Transformer grew your freedom wings, blew your neurons in?
That time when...

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