Best Northeast Poems

In one square mile, northeast of Noojee,
there are seven birds that I often get to see
as I walk on the tracks in pristine forestry,
in one...

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 From out my window, I could see the creek
Its ice, a satin ribbon on the snow
Our winter holiday was just one week
Each day with...

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The burial ground,  groomed to greet
the gatherers of their love apocalypse
with garlands grown and sown
from the rose fire of Athena's throne,
on this day they...

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Lord you know all things
There is not even one word on my tongue
Or in my heart that you a haven’t heard 
Before I have even...

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it comes in rapid progression
parting reality with subtle lisps.	 brown eyes
a forest floor of fern
   ever changing with the seasons
	   ...

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While rambling like a vagabond in a seraphic poetic submersion, in a remote region, witnessed the most captivated sight ever, 
a sleeping valley rippled in...

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Moon shines its pale 

Enchanting light 

Upon forest floor 

Where winged creatures 

legendary, pale and sleek 

Spin and flit and dance

To the invisible orchestra; 

Of...

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Wood Fairies There Often Play



Deep in that far wooded glen
was a place made for men
Was not so easily found
complete with Nature sound

Comfort for man and...

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Wings flutter
     off in the distance
as I shuffle through these stones,
tasting the energy trapped in each,
scouring my lands
   ...

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You look at me and see a northeast highway after winter
Cracked, worn, roughened by conditions not meant to be endured.
I was once the most beautiful...

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Be Still.......

I will walk with God
In the beauty of the morning
While the dew still lies upon the ground
While the birds still sing their morning song
And...

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At the savage, indigo sky,
draped in snow, claw the mountains high.
By the cirque, a base, sheltered 'neath, 
his gun sings the ballad of death.

A field...

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My pen pal and I both had a passion for poetry books
The city library was thought of. We met in her nooks.
Shush! Shush! We heard...

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It's rocking an empty flowerpot perched
in a pine tree:  'RockABye Baby in the High Top,'
its contents shell shocked in this February 
of zero wind...

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You’re our hero
The poor and impoverished 
Captive starving millions
Cry
Tears of anguish
Tears of dread

The cost of their Hero’s burial
Is too their debt
Their sacrifice 
The living for...

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