Best Sourly Poems

Death – Remember me Tomorrow

Votre amour est tout ce que j'implore
Angels took us from France's shores
To the promised land of lady liberty
Hollywood glitter enticing us lovers with mystery

Living the past in a cinematic telling
Ironic that love was sourly spurned
By Bogart’s charming quilted misgivings
Madeline, later would...

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'I love you' moistens on your lips
          I watch it, breathless, as it drips
               coating, sweet, my foolish heart
   ...

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the cultivators

taught how to walk and talk
they approached as a group
each with a bowl of bread
given unto them by a lord
trying to speak and be strong
i said, "time moves along,
it, can't stand here all day
in contest.....i say...you say"
then they all talked at once
in different directions
throwing...

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Somehow, 
Forward, and headlong
I knew it was day again

There was a shift in the dark mutterings of the Devil,
Who now refused to sleep as I refused to sing,
Almost an anticipation in his voice,
As if he needed this newfound attention,
And as he waited I wondered how...

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JUXTAPOSED AWARENESS

On and within the fullness 
of this beautiful sunshine day,
I peacefully sit here pondering 
the present chaos of the world.

How awe confusing…it all is–
outside, flowers are blooming,
birds and butterflies are soaring,
and the quiet wind peacefully blows.
.
But within the physical and spiritual me,
there seems to...

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Do not forget to brush your teeth
For a rotten future you will meet
I forgot myself
And sourly dealt
With a pain so indiscreet...

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The waiting clap handed smashy,

sits in a dime's oval,

swallows sourly-
yet diversify's the mind,

overly enveloped miniatures-
coasting to the camels,

choreographed lightly yet so marches the mass....

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Although the people, place, and time were different,
it was rather clear to me that I had seen this picture
in 1973. It was as if history was repeating itself in 1992.

The year prior had ended on a sour note. There were problems
both personal and political. There...

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what on earth do you do
with leftover gooseberry stew
do you bake it in a pie
with meringue sky high
or make a tart not so sweet
yet tasty enough to eat
how about that sweet jelly
got that recipe from aunt nelly
make a cobbler is planned
or don't forget gooseberry jam
if...

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Once I had the opportunity
For hard-earned, sweet success
But I yawned instead and spurned my chance
To labour and progress

And so my potential festered
Scorned sourly in defeat
Now I am left with vinegar
In place of honey sweet....

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As the flames a blazed and the torches illuminated the crying shouts of the night
Like steeples of lonely souls on shattered islands yearning for lifeboats
Like reddish cherry drowned in a sea of blood entwining sweetness with sourly fluid
Like a naked smile in a funeral of...

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I woke to you exploring my coastline
finger tracing every hidden, jutted stone
weathered wood
and whipping titanium grass

 
Your muffled voice in the dark
filling up the creaking tide pools
in india ink
careless and velvet

 
I find I can only proceed
when it is accidentally breathed in
By muttering into your...

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Plaster the walls with mud.
Shake the heavens of the blood. 
Bitter tasting and sourly sweet.
Were the feelings that sat at my feet.
Black curtains of faces so torn.
Worrying seems so forlorn.
Tear the tears and tear the tears.
For this is no life to live in fear.
Fear the...

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REMEMBER  MY  VICTORY.
On  this  tattered  mat  I  yarn,
Bitten  up  my  rusty  thumb,
Reviewing  all  have  lost  to  dust.
This  sophisticated  explosion  about
To  be  awoken.
Wonder  breed...

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If I could write a ballad no one else but you would hear it.
If I were god I would tap into your special frequency so that other prying ears
would not be able to judge.
If only you could understand my lyrics if only could catch the...

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