Best Revision Poems

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In the middle of my own small world I stand,
Both feet planted firmly on the land.
Gold is the sun in the sky.
Oh, that I could fly!
Then you see -
I
Would be free!
Earth-bound, though, I sigh.
I'll remain so till I die.
Knowing that out there is something grand,
In...

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She comes to me on four small feet
which softly on my blankets tread.
So beautiful is she, so sweet;
she comes to me on four small feet, 
then reaches out her paw to greet
me as I waken in my bed!
She comes to me on four small feet
which...

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removed for revision. 2016 election diamante, last view 758...

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The Tumid River of Acheron (the journey) 
Part One- Final revision

Darkly,  the tumid rushing waters flow
where any man most wisely fears to go.
Liquid blackness singing in epic pain
torture, misery and cries of the insane!
Echoes of  Eperius in the far West,
shadow realm where evil...

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Misty lived on the tracks on the other side;
What was perhaps a nice home in thirty-nine.
Now a decaying shell of mortar and wood, 
On the gray banks of a foul, polluted creek.
Windows now boarded, with a loose, hanging door;
Inside was dark, bleak, an austere barren...

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A constant murmur,
with bickering voices
and occasional shriek of glee.
All when I'm trying to revise,
down in the library.



[written in 1988 - do they still have libraries in universities?]...

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Once long ago in the fifth grade I had a small vocabulary.
Maybe from the hill folk family where I grew up On Caytons' Hill. We were not hillbillys. There is a big difference. They now teach this stuff, in college courses, our Appalachian way.
My Dad...

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Upon a time, a story once composed.
Across the pages dancing letters waltz.
Met eyes. Together, him and her apposed. 
The villain, against them, inflict assaults. 
It leaves us guessing, due to twists and turns.
However, does the hero save the girl?
Distressing times until the girl returns.
A fight...

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An arrogant hare challenged a lethargic turtle to a race.
The hare ridiculed the turtle due to its lumbering pace.

"The loser", declared the hare " will be destined for the pot!"
The "hare"-brained turtle agreed knowing he didn't have a shot!

The turtle desperately tried to figure a...

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Music is more than a passion I enjoy,
It is food to my very soul!
From the time I was a little boy on momma's knee,
It helped me maintain self-control and calmed my nerves.

Music kickstarts several passions inside me.
I love to sing and dance to a groovy...

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nymphs unfold first wings
together and right on cue. . .
an all-male choir sings

For the Magicicada Poetry Contest of Maureen McGreavy
5/7/5 checked by Howmanysyllables.com...

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The trees arrest cool air, and bright vermillion. 
Light rebounds around an old log 
swimming under a bridge. 

The edge of a sky seized clouds. 
Mother sashayed with her children; 
the grass was amused. 

A tackle-box posed on a porch waits 
for my fishing buddy...

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(The assignment, on another site, was to write a poem
using at least two words from those suggested. I first
used six out of their list.  Now, here is my revision,
using all seven:

* Alabaster 
* Veil 
* Tower 
* Bells ringing 
* Silent like snow 
*...

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Goose and purple i saw it strung up in a window in chicago
I saw factories written in your eyelashes and hair and industrialization vomited 
Limp and edible bruised and calling
Geese sing every morning and they glare through 
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