Best Pm Poems

A PM fairy's busy this year,
Bringing souper's some much needed cheer
Check if you have a star
A kind gift from afar
No doubt you're grinning from ear to ear!

1/07/20...

Continue reading...

Gradually she changes her dress
at the end of this winter day
like a beautiful stage actress
preparing herself for a play.

At the end of this winter day
City of Joy as she is called
preparing herself for a play
diamond petals slowly unfurled.

City of Joy as she is called
wearing her...

Continue reading...

My life hasn’t always been easy...
                              this is true.

I have many recollections that my mind would...

Continue reading...

flits on fairy green wings
sits atop my river of dreams
sings & enchants me
tearing torn flesh from my seams
feeding this flood
a unique pattern to rhythm
a blood-fed schism
quenched
by low breaths in the lightess morning...

Continue reading...

THE DEVIL HIMSELF AND "ALL OF THOSE WHO FOLLOW HIM ARE "CAST" INTO "THE REAL LAKE OF FIRE EVERYDAY" !!!! IT HAPPENS AT "MID-DAY"!!!! DO YOU WAN TO WIN? YOU CAN WIN DURING "MID-DAY" WHEN THE DEVIL HIMSELF IS CAST INTO "THE LAKE OF FIRE"...

Continue reading...

Proverbs 24:3-4

   By wisdom a house is built and through understanding is established, 
   through knowledge is rooms are filled with rare and beautiful treasures.

    Treasures of Wisdom

    Attain knowledge to understand yourself and wisdom...

Continue reading...

Do you know what happened 
At 11 p.m Tuesday night
I guess you must have it
However much I protest-
But do you know

Of course you don’t:
The victory of ignorance
Come on! I will enlighten you

I took the bi-valve
Flung it against the tigris
And rescued the two
At the confluence

I danced...

Continue reading...

 A lot can happen in a minute.

A sudden epiphany,
A revelation.
Opening doors,
A realization.

Fresh starts,
Beating hearts.
Good luck,
Tearing apart.

A lot can happen in a minute.  ...

Continue reading...

6am, I'm still not sleeping
Trippin in my mind
Can hear my thoughts grind
Wondering how high the problems will mount
Time keeps goin by, it's the hours I count

10am, still awake
my mind I can't make
these thoughts I can't shake
Till I make a decision
On what to do,
If u only...

Continue reading...

daylight fading
nineseventeen pm
hedgehogs feeding

light holds
nineseventeen pm
horizon glows

a blackbird sings
nineseventeen pm
good night

houses lighting up
nineseventeen pm
days still lengthening

croaking frogs a splash
nineseventeen pm
Basho comes to mind

evening beckons bats
nineseventeen pm
the gardeners' friends

sat by the pond
nineseventeen pm
mosquitoes feasting

hot and humid
nineseventeen pm
sleeping naked

the garden buzzing
nineseventeen pm
june bugs make a show
****************

nineseventeenPM Poetry...

Continue reading...

PM Boris Johnson wrestles with bad hair days, but he doesn't seem to care!

Would some kind soul lend the bloke a comb and brush to tame his tousled hair!...

Continue reading...

Five PM - A Jungle


Tires screeching,
Fan belts squealing,
Bumper to bumper,
Crawling like snails,
Horns blaring,
Engines raring,
Poison spewing,
Tempers flaring,
People Swearing,
Sweat dripping,
Predators on the loose,
Darting in and out,
Running traffic lights,
Scurrying here and there,
Police in hibernation,
Five PM - It's a Jungle!...

Continue reading...

For once, man, be serious
This is liberty hall, you know
And all the fairies want a tumble
Even though that is mother-in-law…
You shouldn’t miscarry injustice!

Sure, fad, I apologize, really serious:
I’m quite un-particular you see
About who goes west (if only 
to grow with the country 
or swell with...

Continue reading...

There's a mountain to climb that’s for sure,
to get from this state of being poor.
Will our country still bleed
as we follow the lead
of a man who’s not done this before?



for Carolyn Devonshire's 'Follower or Leader' contest....

Continue reading...

1 2 1 2 in a tutu playing croquet at three pm

Abracadabra is a giant kilo of horse manure thrown at the head with a boom. But a boom is neither a boomerang nor a pickling gate in a jar of curdled milk. Sour then?...

Continue reading...