Best Noblesse Poems

The old King took to the battle
and leapt into the fencers fray.
“Noblesse oblige” his cronies cry.
“Our King will save the day!”

He was a bull to...

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Bated young as if moth,
our rushlight engrossing as inferno,
to minds untaught of hell.

As hell itself to learned folk,
cursed with mystic beginnings,
drowned deep within their well.

Before...

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PARTY VINE

The Sweet Pea is a social climber,
behind your back, a wisenheimer.
In the night it wields its powers,
Sweet Peas strangle other flowers.

Sweet Peas think the...

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MY FONDEST MEMORY

The two of us, diving into that wooden chest
Looking for that one dress, that one vest
That one large hat of straw
Those high heeled...

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(inspired by ‘Dusty Rose Dreaming’ by poet vb)

We’re powdered city girls heading into a club,
bright orchids entering the hothouse
spreading fun with noblesse oblige,
qua somethings suited...

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The day was going off, and the brown air
To the terrestrial animals gave rest
For their labors; and only me was there

Just ready to withstand the...

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She loops the carefully folded laundry
       in the crook of her arm the way you would lift
  ...

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I almost trashed an anhinga in the middle of a street
leading out to the highway from our copycat
barrier island: sibling of another it resides beside,
curling...

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The crumb of bread I lift to lips
Is freighted in my fingers.
I squeeze it hard lest it slips
Reclaiming a past that lingers.

'Tis a weighty rite...

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Just what do we really owe someone we love
There's no way to know all of their needs,
And knowing, still foolish to take on this goal,
Better...

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"Suddenly you remember an old Chinese tale in which cats once ran 
     the world until they decided it was too...

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Dark as a demon, but with the soul of
an angel, he's a Portuguese Water 
Dog who's never been to sea, but, as 
he oughta, he...

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Here's another little story
Told around my land;
This one's of a little boy who
Loved to play with sand.

You could find him on the beach on
Semi-humid days;
"Moisture...

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I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze

soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted...

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wish it were raining pots and lots,
  that when it rains or dark comes ,l leave;
because sometimes I do not want anyone to see...

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