Best Perked Poems

I often sit for long periods of time
hoping the perfect beginning will come to me.
To write a poem that starts with a pristine Capital
leaving readers with great expectations.

But after much torment, with not a fleck of gold in sight,
it's comes to my attention
that much like...

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I'm off on the beaten path
with Little Rosey in my grasp

There's palm fronds like a giant clock,
twenty hands instead of two
And there's the honeysuckle bush
that suddenly broke through
the gap in my neighbor's greenhouse

"Bonnie!" she insists
"Bonnie was her name!"

And that sounds about right,
and so I don't...

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Enhanced by peaceful solitude, in twilight, crimson crowned
She stood in tensile grace, unmoved.  Enchantment in disguise
Lightly splashed by back light, where the tender grass had grown

A white tailed doe, was grazing there, aware and keen of eye
She perked up ears, alert for sound, yet,...

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“God within me is the enjoyer of the aroma
As also this dopamine boosting flavour I taste
I surrender all pleasures to the dweller of my heart
Breath by breath thus that my soul presence be chaste”

Whether it's perked or left to drip
I drink coffee after I quip,
"Cool...

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He stood and aimlessly watched the parade of patrons and volunteers that wandered daily past his kennel.  All so familiar, so ordinary.  Just like every other day he mused.  Nothing new.  Nothing special.

Moving to the small crumpled blanket near the back...

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In the sunshine on the living-room rug
     Sparkles was asleep in the sun
     How I longed to give her a hug
      He ears perked up from her sleep
    ...

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A passage, I read,
in the book of Academic Proverbs,
"Seize the day
and reach for the stars".
Along with many others like
"Follow your dreams,
don't sell yourself short,
and raise the bar".
There was no doubt the wisdom
behind these words.
They resonated well with me
until I got to thinking...

... who created the...

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Enhanced by peaceful solitude, in twilight, crimson crowned
There, in tensile grace she stood, enchantment in disguise
Lightly splashed in backlight, where the tender grass had grown

A monumental moment, as she stood before my eyes
First stabbed by startled fear, new trust came pouring down
There, in tensile grace...

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Young James Pruitt was an ordinary boy;
he grew up in an ordinary town.
But set a spell, and I’ll tell a tale
of how some not-so-ordinary things went down.

See, James was a good boy; he did his chores,
he went to church, and he walked to school.
Jacksons’ Gap...

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`Twas Christmas Eve and in the air a chill 
Rudolph had to stand down cos he felt ill
Santa started to panic
So he sent for a medic 
Who in error gave Rudolph a blue pill.

He soon perked up and was raring to go
Santa was pleased and...

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i tell you, a story of our love,
in my mind it replays,
my body begging for another day,
when our skin touches flawlessly,
my legs spread without my will,
between them grows warmer still,
tighter, yet waiting, wide open,
my heart beneath my chest, 
pounds at its request,
my nipples perked on...

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Where’s the tinsel that made the tree look cold
have not seen the popcorn that was hung so old
those huge colorful bulbs always got into a snag
 I did the tree back then and I just had to brag.

It was an adventure to go find a...

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Tim was the new judge in Deadwood Flat
Not really qualified, just a rancher at that
He first case was of the outlaw, Horace Slade
Caught red handed in a cattle raid

The jury took ten minutes to recommend the noose
Better than letting this rattlesnake loose.
Tim smoothed out his...

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MEMORY TRIGGERED BY A PURPLE PENCIL
A reponse to Caren Krutsinger’s Pay the Purple Pencil Penalty Please

sick
in bed
not now
then

daddy
worked for
i.b.m.

simpler times
not now
but
then

to soothe
my pain
dad
brought home
a
glitzy pen

decorations
that lit
up
my eyes

danced me
back
to health

poet
in me
perked up,
colors

could have been
kaleidoscopically
whirling ~
a
mirror ball
treasure,

rainbow crystals
glittering
on the ceiling,
tactile

a friend
reminded me
today
of
this simple
gesture

love
accepts
a pen
or purple
pencil

and doesn’t play...

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It Takes A Whole Village to Raise a Child: The Farmer

It has been said that it takes a whole village
To raise a child; How does a farmer help
Families raise the children?

Farmers live near the village; and together,
Everyone helps raise the children.
How do they help?

The farmers...

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