Best Peruses Poems

In the office, he smiles so charmingly.
Saying and doing all the right things,
he puts all his female patients completely at ease.
Even the women hard to please return to him,
for he is famous for his bedside manner.

He surrounds himself with a staff of beautiful nurses
who rush...

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Midnight groans so quietly
From a tower far below,
Stars within the pathway
Give off a charcoal tinge,
And darkness roves, alone
Farther than my throbbing glance
And moves back into a shade
Like the deepening of these eyes
Where the pale glimmer withers
Past ghastly streaks of mourning

Like ashes, through the night
Setting the...

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She  peruses the paper each morning, and the cartoons for laughs
 Then she  reads letters from the public
 Most of these letters are responded to by her staff
 She is briefed daily on matters of policy and politics

 She meets privately with the...

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Late September the hills ring with bellows
as stags roar their challenges with gusto
collecting up the does into large herds
ready to give battle to the very death.

Walkers be wary as you too are an intruder
many have been pierced by their sharp antlers
The nine pointer in his...

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The community cemetery adjoined
the rear fence-line of his property.
Broad, rolling green acres landscaped
with varieties of shrubbery and trees.
Monuments in lines, rows, and diagonal patterns. 
Most of them simple, monolithic.
Carvings, etchings, and brief epitaphs 
carved in granite or marble

The stones, like spring's green leafed 
trees and...

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Gardens – After Dark

Buddha sits stoically observing his garden.
The Gnomes snore as the Fairies toss and turn
asleep on the soft petals of flowers.  The impish
Pixies party with the flashy fireflies.
Nocturnal seekers. Mice, forever paranoid,
scurry to and fro in a break even carbohydrate burn.
The raccoons,...

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A mature woman in a white and blue dress
peruses the memorable works of Emily Dickson
who was an unhappy person confined to a lair...
a poetess who narrated dire and loneliness;
no brightness was present, only a distant and faint glitter
of hope at the beginning of the unfolding,...

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He gazes upon  gracious beauty
perform my ripe flower, my willow,
for him only, who pays, do your duty
dressed in your kimono of wild indigo,

play your melodic tunes, dance, sing,
while he survey's divine innocence  
as seductive pleasurable tones bring
lustful thoughts, holding him in suspense,

desire heightens,...

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I drag my life as excess packages
in the bag lady’s cart.
Dropping my ingenuity in puddles behind doorways,
the sleeping cats hiss their start, 
interrupted from their dreams.
Solace in solitude has no voracity,
Yet solitude drapes around me it seems,
as cynicism backs up to yellowing pale of mediocrity,

My...

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A mature woman in Victorian attire,
peruses the works of Emily Dickson:
does her spirit speaks on every line?
Brightness is absent, only a glitter
of hope at the beginning of dawn....

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Institutional Jargon

Strait lined jacket, 
A wheelchair line-up peruses the pasty walls
In synchronized fashion
Secured by schedule 
Where the pristine uniform
Clicks heels and strides with purpose 
Adorned the fob with pen in pocket
To check the clock and the parade
Of faceless dozers where faraway tellies drone
Dismissed the saline...

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Mary Worth’s Secret

You’ll see her snow white hair
With a bound round bun in the back.
She’s traversing the shopping mall,
Un-noticed now by one and all.

Blue flowered calico is what she wears,
Black oxfords to protect old feet,
But Mary has a secret –
A secret, I repeat

When her oatmeal...

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Thus 
the 
pure flow
peruses
bounds of avarice
flowing highways and typewriters...

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Some ancient intellect
 peruses the dreamscapes in your mind.
Havoc yet to be wreaked,
 but promised just the same.
Can you access this encryption,
 can you discern some meaning?
Your thought-stream reaches out to mine;
I feel the cold hand upon my neck....

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The Silvery Scenes

By Stark Hunter

The silvery scenes,

Above the sensuous Mexican bloom,

Of transcendent yellow, red and orange,

Back there – in the digesting side garden,

Next door, adjacent the obscene lemon flowers,

An old sot sits and peruses 

A darkened shuttered window upstairs.

Blue sky and creeping streaks of contumacious...

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