Best Selfsame Poems

The tears well up, and scarce could she not moan
When father, brother, husband, all have died.
She now has no possessions, neither home,
But travels to a...

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I was a red-violet, sunny morning person, usually up at the crack of dawn,
When orange light poured from the east, upon revival, dewy green lawns.

With...

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The tricky question of how many animal farms we have
May be more complicated than most of us think;
There are at least some fifty-five animal farms...

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VIII

In the minds fixed eye I see five newly discovered graves,              
Headless...

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I hope this letter, to you, a stranger 
Becomes a letter to a friend 
As we travel on this journey to its end
Yes we’ll start...

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My love, I make a solemn vow to you,
Before our families, dear friends and God,
My love will always be completely true,
Until one of us lies...

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I was talking to my solitary self again, grumbling how life held no adventure,
And my parrot, Cherry, often echoed me, as moon echoes golden splendors.

She'd...

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Not a true Choka...but uses a 5,7,7,5,7,7 format 
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Chill, steaming vapour;           
Silence...

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Passing trees with gauzy nests
Of caterpillars hanging down
Jars a memory that rests
Within the folds of brain cell town.

My dad and all the neighbor men,
With flaming...

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We meet on equal playing fields,

we strivers wielding pens,

with timid hopes, exposing thoughts 

to harsh or candid critique.

The selfsame words are ours to use

in manner...

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Memory is my fading friend
of millennial days transpired—
faithful scribe and guardian
who measured mercy and intent
and gauged love’s joyful glint—
yet never turned from rutted path
when sorrow’s...

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My love, I make a solemn vow to you,
Before our families, dear friends and God,
My love will always be completely true,
Until one of us lies...

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Exegi monumentum aere perennius
Were that to be  true,I would clearly  be a genius
Like Quintus H.  Flaccus who presented us with that trope
Inviting...

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Come now, people - we've all heard this tale before:
Barbarians are at our gates, enemies outside the door.
Their shapes the image of our own,
Their shadows...

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There is no ‘you’ or ‘I’
Except that you choose
to call the fat clouds a name
and make them feel like overlords upon the others.

And, there is...

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