Best Radiated Poems

it was the sixties
we were young
we were going to change the world
spin it like a basketball on our finger
take the three point shot 
win the game
we had great leaders 
john, robert, martin...

the planet was singing 
with the purity of a four year old
...
The ants go...

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I saw you

in that toothless smile

of the down on his luck stranger

when I offered him

 my juicy pinkish ripe peach

left over from my afternoon lunch

oh how his smile shined so

I saw you

 in that twinkle in my daughter's eye

as I chased her around the park

climbing...

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(Sung to the tune of Gilbert and Sullivan’s "The Duke of Plaza Toro," from The Gondoliers)
 
When all the land did take a stand
When bugs we all were fighting
He led the nation from behind
(He found it more exciting)
But when it came to placing blame
His place...

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soaring high and free
guided by the glowing sun
beauty swirls gracefully.

the sky is her stage
birds sing, clouds slow dance
life thrives below her.

she was created by love
ten tiny fingers
ten tiny toes.

her blue eyes sparkled
a wisdom and truth
far beyond her tender age.

innocent and pure
she radiated strength
her touch sheer...

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On a chilly Sunday morning 
In a land she didn’t belong
She walked along an English road
To a place of Holy Song

She sat in this sacred dwelling
Three sisters by her side
United together
Since their mother died

By no means was she religious 
Still unsure in what she believed
The...

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The year is 2025
I have come back to my past
To witness the Mayans
Who said Earth would not last

2012
Was the year they declared
That the planet we knew
Could never be spared

An Asteroid shower
We could never comprehend 
Sends this heaven to hell
In catastrophic spend

The first to hit
Was the...

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As she saw it.


The mountains and the meadows were always so beautiful this time of year.  It seemed as if a fresh new world always came to life. The high cliffs turned sharply downward.  As I sat listening to the ocean tides smashing...

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I went to the dentist today.
The lady who cleaned my teeth had hair fit for a Weasley with large piercing eyes to compliment. Her name is Sierra, and she is 22 years old.
She asked me if anything had medically changed since the last time I...

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A  bleeding heart sent me to bed
Tormented hot, by a lover's deception;
And in the folds of my blanket, cold as wet,
I sighed into sleep  of sad emotions.

In such momentary somnolence,
I beheld this face in a blooming garden;
A dazzling beauty, dignified opulence,
Which radiated a...

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Broken tears - unforgettable love
I can still remember the way they looked
They radiated with elegance and grace
A unbroken chain with roots on the ground
I wish I could rewind time
give love a second chance

As long as the stars shine 
- soft as a cradled baby 
"I...

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you ...

redeemed me
from the belly of a star
ripped me ragged from a
hydrogen-helium core
spinning, divergent, toward sentience
from solitude ... howling
I did not ask for that existence
the blasted, bloody boon of banality
but it was mine, nonetheless
(now ... madness)
we merged -
a flailing vortex of cosmic clusters in entropy
prolific...

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Christmas With Christ Poem/Story Contest
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst

Way before Jesus Christ was born, I was one of a chosen few,
to be a spiritual Being attending to God. 
I thought I was really nobody special, 
but He thought I was.
He thought I was a beautiful benevolent being,
Bright...

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“The Last Mothers of Mars”



When the strange ones came
we thought they were 
angels sent to save us

Open hearted 
we waved our welcome
we were not warring, then

we were peaceful
we were noble
we were gracious

plutonium waves hit us
hydrogen radiated over us 
Light, so bright, rapturous

we thought 
they were...

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A tad over three blocks down Merion Lane
on the left is, an idyllic Cape Cod.
I must've passed it a thousand times
my own picturesque, perfect, postcard place
couched in the right light, dappling rays
fresh-painted, white fence, ruby red front door.

Never once did I not try looking in,
a...

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We waited many years the few of us that are left
In our minds we couldn't imagine the surface on our earth so reft
What we knew before we will never know again
That man can be so destructive, and no one ever gains

Slowly we start to climb...

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