Best Rasped Poems

The full fallow moon was hung low in July
 As white stars and fireflies lit the night sky,
A sight to behold was the feline bold'
Drawing sighs from the violin, his arms did enfold
He played on the breeze to the harvest to come
As An orchestra of...

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Lost your tongue, 
as you fumble to recall the right words to use.
I think of all the words that once flowed so freely,
and where there were no words to fit, 
you simply made them up.  Daft, silly, and fun.

Vast vocabulary resonating at every opportunity.
The...

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My grandson asked if back when I was young
I had ever done anything naughty or wrong
I said shut the door put on listening ears
And Ill tell you a tale of rank shivering fear
One night at midnight I sneaked from my bed
To a neigr knocker fastened...

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Writing relative rhymed rhymes
Rhyming with revival rhythmically rhythm
Is not revue but reviewing my role
To resurrect as requested to revive back romance.
When rhyming my rhymes I can revolve revolutionary robust
Rocking like rocky rocks rolling to the right rendezvous,
but today I recite repose as if I repent,
but...

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In the funky train,
 All the hoo-ha-noisy end in fisticuff;
 As the crumpled greenback hand-out cough,
 The law has nothing to handcuff, 
  
 Maneuvering on the sloppy storey hill
 A frantic dance of dead-drunk crazy masquerade;
 Man-handling the dare-devil by weary drenched soaked...

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There were several women nearby who were crying and wailing over  this condemned 
man. The convicted man turned slowly towards them and that was the first time Simon heard 
him speak. 
     Breathlessly, the convict stopped and quietly spoke to...

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One was when it was new.
Shiny head calling to me from days of childhood.
Pick me up and make a wish..Surely you know this to be true
for people have told you your whole life it is.
Having doubts I grasped the penny
Heard the voices of the past...

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and lost while wracked in pains of change,
wilted seed in wintered eye,
hands clenching white in advent rage,
knee bones scuppered, bleaching age,     
knelt stung as tears run dry,
writ black ink in masthead sky,
and lost now wracked in changing pain.

and wracked in change,...

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I Cracked The Cream Cheese Through Your Whine

Wining And Dining    we savoured together and we still share five beautiful children sweet 
                 as ‘sugar iced cinnamon...

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Uncertainty, 'grand potentate', 
swathes my lure
For renewed insight. I dropp 
upon
My groove, primed, to settle my 
lot. Help! 

Modest citizen. Our battles, 
girthed
For selfish intent, lunges at your 
faceless sense.
We have rasped our own 
reasons from
Bullets impassive, gratifying bills
Upon your waters of slackness 
tethered slow

He,...

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DEAD MAN’S HAND

He sat the longest time
Staring at his cards
It was a good hand – 3 Queens
Better than average    considering
There were six men at table

“Whatcha say, Luke?” Jake Rich demanded
“Pete raised yer bet – Whatcha say?”

But Luke just sat
Staring at his cards

Bart...

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SOME DAY THEY BE BACK HOME
(Ode To Jim Morrison)
By Roy A. Merritt

The Lizard King hissed and rasped 
And crept up from behind
And the heat shivered 'round about 
And made life seem sublime

And they listened to the vocals 
Of that raging flashing poet
He was bound to...

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I was lost into the vast sea of memories
only to return with chest heaving
My fingers rasped the molten emotions
welling deep within, brimful in my eyes

Those images as though carved in water
in which flowing time rippled my consciousness
but they all came up to me, cascading
My being’s...

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They heard a murmur in your chest,
a whisper:
tiny fish lips bulging the surface.
A bubble, a    b   u   r   s   t,
a blurp of sound
innocent as baby-lung collapses (expansions)
      -- a...

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I accidentally let one loose
Sipping the communion juice 

The priest looked down
With a disapproving frown

Some parishioners gasped
Mothers, their babies clasped
The sexton's voice rasped:

Via the air displaced
We are all disgraced
The Lord's name debased ...
 
That would've been the end
But then I did it again ...
A little...

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