Best Piloted Poems

That tiny pause to skirt the truth, half-reals you'd paraphrase,
The subtle softly spinning gyre of cunning in your gaze,
Vague reflections from your skin - a shedding, sheltering plaque,
All concerned syllables sent swiftly bouncing off your back. 

Ever adrift on fiction's lost sea, never blown to...

Continue reading...

There's a Train
Going to Peace Station.
Christians, Buddhists,
Hindus, Atheists,
Each occupied a Compartment,
But never Bothered one another,
Just like the Two Rails of the Track
That Travel Together but Never Meet.
Everyone's Ticket is to Peace,
They traveled in Communities and
Their Compartment Number
Never really mattered.

Then came budding Islam,
Who wanted their own...

Continue reading...

Butterfly wing door vestibule builds anticipation  
Shuffled, carpet muffled greetings, familiar embraces                     
Piloted by Holy Spirit, seated hushed congregation 
Ritual of ornate cathedral thanks...

Continue reading...

RISKS
Scarred hills, risked mine shafts, dark and deep. 
The plonk of a stone,  dropped into water, far below.
Kids drifted to sounds of the gold-rush, pick and windlass.

But inside our school, Sir recruited afternoon classes into 
battle. We piloted Spitfires, strafing Messerschmitts. Bingo! 
The plane...

Continue reading...

It's Raining.
Come on my beautiful lady its spring showers 
let us fly with the rain knowing how much you 
love the raining season,living next to the ocean,
my promenade on the sand hand in hand with 
the rain always allows me to regain my strength,
it gives...

Continue reading...

Merging of hearts, solemnized as one
Cruising darts, piloted by the Almighty One
Scents of Chrysanthemum, crowned in leis
Glade of momentum, sweeping for deis

As you renew your vows
There are no buts or hows
Cling to each other without noise
Sing for each other with poise

As years go by, love...

Continue reading...

We are victims
Tied with  common fetters 
Loosed in thoughts of varied choices and desires
Loosely searching to make ends meet:
The meeting at this spot,
Either to go or stay, is a choice.

We are victims
Of the policies of pain
Emitted to drive us crazy, 
We are on the...

Continue reading...

Piloted masses 
Invasive sharks in the sky
Cloaked ebony 





Inspired by Raul's Mareno's "Tattered wings contest"!...

Continue reading...

His sister said to Johnny
“You’re going to go to war
The draft board called your number
They’ll be knocking on your door”
Johnny said “I don’t like marching
And I’ve never loved the sea
That only leaves one option
It’s the Army Air Corps for me”
So he dropped out of his...

Continue reading...

Adieu the king,
Long live the king:
The crown was in the grove
Where his forebears dwell
In their majestic transfiguration;
There he would inherit the fiat,
The power to say and to be;
In the grove of royal tutorial
Where prince became king
Where ancient secrets were learnt
The tryst of the dead and...

Continue reading...

Ratings War
                    By Odin Roark

His trembling fingers press remote buttons
Finally pausing on…

The News Channel.

Breaking News – Many dead.
As ordered by chests of ribbons and medals,
Faces covered...

Continue reading...

Imagine that 

You take me where imagination
knows no boundaries,
to vanilla sherbet snow capped mountains
and warm sugar cookie sandcastle beaches

Reaching for stars in our favorite constellation
and chasing the tide as it turns in for the night
Floating on a blue florescent dragonfly piloted
by fairies with neon pink...

Continue reading...

The Federal Ministry of Poetry (FMP) has just 
exquisitely taken off into the moon; at 
approximately 10:001:AM, in search of diamond 
originality. The spacecraft is been Piloted by Mr. 
Style Boldness. And It is been made know to 
planet brain; that their rocket, has just...

Continue reading...

I’ve relished the view from mountains so high 
that I could have touched the crest of a cloud.
I’ve measured His stars while I wondered why
no earth bound splendor was burnished as proud.

I’ve been accosted by scented flowers
their petals perfuming my humble sighs.
I’ve been mesmerized for...

Continue reading...

SLOW POKES
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


A gut wrenching sight I witnessed this morn
A tragic  encounter that left me forlorn
I saw stumbling wrecks of what was strong
Bent over and lame not much time to prolong
They are seniors that once were young
There bodies and minds becoming undone

All at...

Continue reading...