Best Raved Poems

On the shadowed banks of river they sat together
Adulating setting sun quivering in rippling currents
Where golden filaments shimmered on blue water
Forming and breaking ephemeral circular motions
Undulating amber rays on eve’s buoyant emotions.

Her dimples smiled upon her visage of royal poise
Enticing him to probe her cheerful,...

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I dreamt of blue birds
and buzzing bumble bees.
I roamed with the bison herds,
prayed with mantis on our knees,
and butterflies in the breeze.

I greeted the cheery chickadees,
dragonflies, and snowy owls.
I marveled at graceful manatees.
raucous sounds of guinea fowls,
and warblers’ velvet vowels.

I raved at ravens
dancing on a...

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"Two Trees:  Mr. Oak And Mr. Bamboo"


A terrible wind storm was approaching and blowing everything out of it's path!
NOTHING....not one thing at all, could withstand it's awesome wrath!
Two trees saw this storm coming! YES!....it was coming their way!
One was Mr. Oak, the other Mr....

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Prince William was so sick of being told
He’s receding and is now going bald
So he called in the royal hairdresser
To see if he could ease the heir pressure
He gave him a brand new hairstyle
This ‘buzzcut’ would be so worthwhile
His hairdresser is very highbrow
But his fees...

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My First Five Poems

Silhouetted against the backdrop of Central Park,
the Black Magic Woman brazenly frolicked in the dark,
"Do you know me?” she cryptically asked,
steel gray eyes peering from behind a gruesome mask.
Agitated and running out of patience and time,
she ranted and raved looking anything but...

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THE MAN WHO DREAMED HIS LIFE AWAY

When I was young the Moon was lifted    
Hung with tacks and thread 
On a mystical ceiling of dreams

She in her skyward place    I in my bed
We lay so tightly wed  ...

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Let me set something straight -
Right here, right now!
Let me put India in the right perspective,
Let me banish some myths,
Some gross misconceptions,
And take you beyond elephants,
Sacred cows, snake charmers and yoga,
Beyond Gandhi, Mother Teresa, Taj Mahal,
To a civilization rooted for
over 5,000 years in the past
To...

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6.   Matsukaze 

("Noh" is an ancient Japanese style of 
drama, broadly similar to Elizabethan
tragedy.  "The Wind in the Pines" is
my version of a well-known Noh play.)

Despite 
the vigil I kept, night on night ... 
despite 
my spring purification rite ... 
paper streamers...

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“...The leftists that you voted for
jacked up the minimum wage,
so new workers like me cannot
get hired, much less get paid.

“And those very same people
ignore foreigners who work cheap,
they can work, and break the law,
But the same can’t be done by me!

“And then the proposed solution
to...

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An ordinary life I live,
No high title, wealth nor fame.
Few will know my name;
I write for the joy it gives.

No great office have I kept.
No life my actions saved.
No critics of me raved,
Of accolades, bereft.

But there are some I touch.
Some hearts and lives I move.
Some...

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Here he comes now the dance hall girls said.
When he comes to town, someone ends up dead.
We call him Lazy Eye, but he is a Jeckle and Hyde.
Some ran into the saloon to cower inside.

He walked with a strut that made the girls swoon.
He came...

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Chatting with Hyrum, my husband asked him
what he was watching on TV. He 
raved about the show his grandpa’s
phone call had interrupted.
There was a lull. . . and then
this four-year-old kid
said, “What am I
still talking 
with you
for?”

Sept. 27, 2019
for Caren Krutsinger's  'Any Poem You...

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The sea gathered her voice
on the crest of the waves
as dark clouds were herded
by the wind as he raved
in a symphony orchestrated
through elements of sound
composed by the air
from his drafty compound.

By the drum of the surf
on the beat of the waves
a crescendo that climbed
with the...

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How my raw heart raved
At the news of your departure
For them that can read 
The sands of a forlorn heart
Will the rains ever come again
And hover my lover back to me?

I groped for the blind guide
Swore to fence his inner sight
To eternally end his thieving...

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A CENOTAPH WOULD SPEAK OUT LOUD

There is, in my still heart, room for you,
Despite the unmannerly way you have behaved
I have managed to conserve a bloom or two.

You smiled, and said love was for the few,
The deed is done, your garden, it is paved,
In my...

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