Best Nursed Poems

Far away in a
                land torn with war,
  ...

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I tracked along a silver trail
carved out from Earthly dust
by rays persistent in the dark 
and midnight wanderlust.

It led me to a bubbling fount
of sulfurous...

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Damned by the devil's curse upon my heart
I pace the lonely bridge twixt love and hate
Stalked by death's shadow from the very start
Forsaken by the...

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nascent 
     dawn appears
kaleidoscope 
 of 
color
  midnight 
    sighs 
      ...

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They were forgiven 
for what they did not know they did
Yet unlike those men 
I am aware He bled
My inner being convicted 
by the things...

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What are you thinking of 
germinal seed of dynamic animation 
do you still understand all without explanation..?

the colors you dream in are the nuances of...

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One day I delivered a poem
one that seemed to be premature
so I swaddled her up
and set her aside
to grow 'til I felt reassured

How she yowled...

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In a hellish nightmare pit, soldiers stand...
Along the Western Front's cruel, jagged land,
Where blood and tears paint the earth's sad lore,
They mourn their fallen with...

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I was a valued, vaunted veterinarian, maintaining health for animals I loved,
As a rainbow sparkled rich colors, from the moment peach sunshine shoved.

I was dedicated...

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( The poem is based on the biographical details with quotes of Lord Byron the renaissance poet. The poem is Stand By Me appeal to...

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Whilst walking down the street one day,
I saw upon the drain,
A little green dill pickle,
That was beaten by the rain.

I picked it up and took...

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River flowing down round rocks, 
              boulders and fallen trees.
Born at the...

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A funny thing happened on the way to the john,
I rounded a bend and there sat my young son
Who whined and fussed to be picked...

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(Shakespearean Sonnet)

The blue-grass music blares from speaker's face
as guys and gals entwine moon-round the floor,
she sits alone, ignores the dancers' pace
although her ears record the...

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She spent
her evening with a
friend named Jack.  Jack
stood out like a volunteer, making
no apology for himself (though he forward
marched through her life like a
soldier's...

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