Best Onus Poems

Saddled with this task
burden
beast
of razor colour scheme
years of crumbled paint
the dust in lungs
a poisoned dream
still clinging
holding breath
to clear the air
between the stitches of a seam...

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Forth from the heaven, from the misty moorlands of all sacred woodland greens,
drop by drop by striking the pebbles and untouched vegetations oozes, 
the intoning...

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8/8/17


Before work burned something potent
Then checked a trap inside was a dead rodent
It got disposed quick
No coffin, tombstone or roses

Realize it won't always be harmonious
Sometimes...

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Somewhere in youth I strayed from truth.
And grew up to not have much couth.
The door bell rang the onus chime.
Snuck out the back to bide...

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When did you enter into my life? 
Was it when the crying baby in the cradle received a warm hug from her mother? 
or was...

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Of Ghosts and God

Ghosts do not exist,
A bold statement I know but true.
Although I cannot prove it,
The onus of proof lies with you.
 
Some people...

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cold rain
to slow-streak the
glass I watch you through -
you and your
christ ...
the ginger bread man,
sugar daddy savior, all that
I was not, (and less) ...
choices of
compromise,...

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When all our tomorrows have faded away
And memories gather around
When shadows are long and the shades hide decay
When stillness is swallowing sound

Still we’ll have no...

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A poem is just a bunch of words 
Unless somebody reads it
And, like a plant, will droop and fade
If there's no one to feed it.

It...

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"A man can fail many times, but he isn't a failure until he begins to blame somebody else."  _ John Burroughs


In the Garden of...

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Translating ideas through energetic muscles
and calculative minds
is his doing
knowledgeable tricks and wise options
converted to the physical for the honour and glory
is his aim.

The one at...

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There once was an odd fiddler on the roof

     Townsfolk thought of him as the village goof

    ...

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You know when I think about it now and what I have to do,
a lot of you folk out there would have a bit of...

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Lines more lunatic than the sun – 1
.
making my friendship with the water-pigeon does not mean 
that i’ve acknowledged all devotion of the land-lotuses to...

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I ask for answers to my problem around midday, carpenters nailing tables beyond their voices. Thinkers building fence of gold, wiping the devil under the...

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