Best Scalded Poems

I once heard the whisper of falling snow,
saw a spark in the eye of a coal-black crow,
felt the power and awe of a swift river's flow,
the older I get, the less I know.

My hair was once braided in golden cornrows,
by Jamaican friends in an island...

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1—Milieu

Unique construction of body and mind
My niche in human pack not quickly found 
Raw young heart of a curious design
The empty mirrors for my soul abound

Subjectively a bit odd to myself
A jangled, disconnected kind of sense
You’d really have to feel it for yourself
Bare toes in...

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S o many tears are paid with precious blood,
 I mbued with promise, chaste and innocent,
  G one quickly with a brash and frantic flood,
   N ot worthy of their hopes or grand intent.

O h, how can any mind with senses, rife,
...

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(after Alfred de Vigny)

He glided through the somber pines, 
a shark in surly ocean. 
In truth, I loved his sleek, low lines, 
the danger in his motion. 

Wild creatures do the best they can 
to keep their young ones fed, 
and I'm ashamed to be...

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Time--it moves like a scalded cat, 
And I--I creep like a snail.
Like a long tailed cat in a lawn mower's path,
I am nearing the end of my tale.

Now, it's said that you're only as old as you feel,
And aging, they say, doesn't hurt,
But, try to...

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Young James Pruitt was an ordinary boy;
he grew up in an ordinary town.
But set a spell, and I’ll tell a tale
of how some not-so-ordinary things went down.

See, James was a good boy; he did his chores,
he went to church, and he walked to school.
Jacksons’ Gap...

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Priceless pearls scattered as the necklace
Was snapped, ripped away by greedy
Hands, envious of your sublime beauty
And even gentler encouragement. Bounc’d
Every one of them cross cobblestones, cracks,
And down the storm drain irretrievable.
Holding that golden empty promise string
Your fountain of tears so scalded my soul.
Could I but...

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In the coffee shop
A mistimed twist
By the barista
Caused a hissing
Coffee jet to
Ballista towards
My sister and I
Worried it would
Hit her wrist and
Give her a blister,
But fortunately
It missed her.

The manager scolded
The ham-fisted barista,
But since no-one was scalded,
He didn’t dismiss her....

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Modest swimsuits, bathing boxes
 White-blue flesh ice cold
Scratchy towels, sandy sandwiches
 Pots of tea being sold
Foxford blankets, picnic baskets – 
A donkey ride on the strand
Flowery summer frocks, mischief brimming 
 A practical joke being planned 

Hesitant breast strokes – high pitched laughter
 Terror, delight...

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Through change’s thickets,
a frayed and scratched soul bare.
But when they wanted my kids,
trust, the antidote of despair.
Mercy the sickle upon thorns,
wielded by a noble prayer.

Surprised by an Aunt.
Took her funeral for me to find
her shine, testaments to
a paragon, the selfless kind.
Legacies bleed stains
as life’s pages,...

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RED MAPLE MEMORIES


Winters have ravaged me
twisted and broken my limbs
scalded me with burning winds

			I miss the birds nest
			torn from my grasp
			by an icy gale

Spring tickles my roots
sets my sap to percolating
awakens my purpose

			I long for the mist filled dawn
			sweet trickling dew dripping
			on my budding blush

Summers...

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I don’t take a buzz saw up a tree, no never,
I take a hand saw, it’s safer;
and it’s clear, right up to the sighs of the
intense, crafty-blue sky; 
no pressing customers, no G-men, 
no pressured decision making, just me 
and the blue sky

and I’ve got...

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On a sofa we're lying
My true love and I
She's wiggling and sighing
She thinks I'm touching her thigh
She's getting excited and passionately we kiss
But I am most curious to find out what made her like this
I soon find the culprit who is making her sing
A beautiful...

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A stranger once offered me
A cup of hot chocolate.
He looked awfully familiar
So, smiling, I accepted it
As I gaze at the light drizzle outside.

But the boiling brew
Warmed my body not
Nor it unfroze my cold, lonely heart.
It was molten live coals. Furiously it burnt
On my tender pink.

Wincing,...

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Since toilet tissue is so hard to find

   He bought a bidet to cleanse his behind

      With the very first flush

         Cletus scalded his tush

     ...

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