Best Owes Poems

What does the blood owes the vein?
What does food owes the stomach?
The grasses would always be green but 
Not in a drought and dry days.
The day owes the night the chance to exist 
Among the evil men who dwells in the dark 
Planning preciously on...

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Ignore the anger, more anger grows
Ignore the heart, but the heart knows
Ignore the problem, the problem grows
Ignore the person, the person goes...

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When you were little,
we wandered the sunlit shore—
your laughter a bright echo
mingling with the rush of waves.
I watched as the sea snatched your red ball,
a tiny planet swallowed by surging tides,
whispering, “Hold fast to hope;
the tide always returns.”

That battered sphere, salt-bleached at dawn,
washed ashore like...

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Few people can take their house for a drive
Or say it is paid off, like my pal Mr. Shrive. 
Mr. Shrive is always in a very good mood, upbeat.
He says owing no one money is incredibly sweet.
With a chicken, a snake, a rat, and a...

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