Best Pittance Poems

Sigh you wind whispering willows
Green sentinels of the ocean blue
Her feet edge no more the billows
Where canoes dock and salt sprays spew
Sigh for the loss...

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as the PROPHETS of profits, WE lead and WE’re fair
while WE’re living the life of the poor BILLIONAIRE
– silver yachts, pearly castles, cash (plenty to...

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Like an archaic humanoid dinosaur
     you  plunder through life taking no prisoners,
        ...

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Black Powder Dreams

Vast o’ the seas carry forth desperations 
Lives cast aside in the faces of war
Rotted wood planks, salted skin aspirations
Wind tattered sails bound...

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THE GREATEST TREASURE

All the world’s diamonds, silver, and gold,
All the world’s antiques, polished and old,
All the vast treasures of empires now past,
All these together at...

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The mining villages of Wales
are steeped in history and tales
of sons and fathers, duty-bound
who earned a pittance underground.

For generations miners toiled
with picks and shovels, faces...

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Hand Puppets


Hard, calloused and dirty, it pleaded with me.
It had no eyes, no face, no soul.  Or so I thought,
or didn’t.  Yellowed fingernails,...

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Murmuration of starlings high. I’m high!
Low stars twinkling with wings. The trumpet’s call!
As winds of war, incline, in warm wind sigh,
the flock, a shock, sans...

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I came looking for solace
But you only gave me pain
I came looking for sunshine
But you only offered rain

I came looking for safety
By my soul you...

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Of first embrace and broken glass
I cherish that first spark
New light upon our forest' dark.

Do you recall that northern wind? 
It came at first so...

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I move along my path in cosmic silence,
a boulder to those shiny stones,
the stars I keep in sight.
The many times I curve around 
the radiating...

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It happened back in time, quite a long way,
Back in the day, as they today like to say:
An era when most donations to yeshivas** ...

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(4.)
As Midnight Hours Call In More Darkened Hosts

Slow flows a river of doubt and regret
foaming its swirling eddies and sad pits
cavernous echoes one can not...

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If I had been a governess, I would have been paid.
Maybe a pittance, maybe a penny, maybe in francs or yen. 
Who knows?

If I had...

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Bits 'n Pieces of my soul
to be downloaded by the Marketplace
(or souled for a pittance at your request)
Doth thou find me Likeable?
God Bless my Fakebook...

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