Best Sparsely Poems

A whistling wheezing hamlet, whispering and emanating, tunes euphonic, 
In a remote isolated valley, far-flung from the abode of the temporal, 
Warbling quietly to whistle scads of  tranquil cryptic songs;
Lying  spasmodic, a sparsely inhabited mellifluous hamlet, Kongthong! 

Not to hyperbole, a singing utopia,...

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How Dare We Ever So Boldly Speak Out

Let me write in obscure and chaotic words
stirring waters tepidly unknown
Yet my spirit refuses to admire such birds
or the massive flattery they are now shown
Why yes, some of us write from poetic hearts
with passion and not merely for...

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Written: October 02, 2023 For Robert James Liguori Contest
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Fervent mishaps start life's biggest wins.
The first crocus shrieks and grins.
A bird's song caused snowflakes to bloom.
Pink, peach, and gold hues in...

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Break these chains that bind
holding in the deep ovens
blazing a fire for love. 

Smiling midday moon
dressed in a baby blue sky
with sparsely scattered clouds dot.

White mother of pearl
their silver lining treasure
held soft beautiful warm babe.

In her finger beams 
a light touching inside thoughts
sitting posed at...

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Contn'd from Pg 1

So she called out to the stranger and asked for a ride
Snow had fallen heavily and already piled three feet high
When she climbed into the four-wheel truck never giving it another thought
Before he headed down the highway, he went into a crowded...

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But we of the Three Tribes live undiscovered 
   In the reverberating stillness of the 
 Three Gorges...
And are therefore unknown to the warring mongol;
    His impassioned lusts -- his penchant for 
  Wanton destruction!
   If he...

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Outside my windowpane 
Daylight dwindles 
Sunshines sparsely 
Further from the new dome skies
Ninety-three million miles away
Imbued in ripened colors 
Nature’s mahogany, oak, and cherrywood trees
and Jogger’s grassy paths once lime greens,
Chanting to changing tones of richer reds
Clustered blue-jays adorn 
Like shimmering rhinestones
Gayly sing above our...

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"And I rejoiced in being what I was:
In the lilac change, the white reptilian calm,
In the bird beyond the bough, the single one,
With all the air to greet him as he flew..."
From:  "The Rose", by Theodore Roethke


One much given
to introspective self absorption,
little inclined to...

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(Part One) The first few hours.
I was just a ordinary man
caught up in the unruly throng,
The mob jeering and ranting
insults on the road along,
I pushed and shoved my way
through all the furore
to see what all the fuss and melee
was all about at the fore.

My heart...

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A huge thorn stabbed my side
I could no longer find a way to hide
Carrying it like a heavy cross on my shoulder
I wondered how long my life will go further

I heard the thorn bore its twig
Seemed as if a mountain to carry, it was so...

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The last train to my destination
Sparsely crowded, seats unoccupied here and there
Its weariness is palpable, even the lights are blinking
A group of commuters remain huddled together
After the day’s hard work they prefer nodding upon each others’ shoulder
The train runs sleepily, now and again lights from...

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Have seen an utopian lane, amidst the thicket, latent In the abode of the clouds, in the lap of  the tranquil wilderness, far far away from the mundane mist! 
A  wheezing sparsely inhabited hamlet, Khonoma, a centuries- old settlement, so green, so serene!
...

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To embrace
life’s analytic myth
to inspire
nature’s symbolic smile,
to manoeuvre
amidst northern skies of blue
to roam
chauvinistic contours sensitive and true.
To perceive
inclement purple haze that rebels
against the moor side mist,
to dwell if only momentarily within
a dream upon
“Windgate Nick” Where dandelion
seeds float in sunbeams
of radical tranquil,
and fanciful fables
of innocent finery...

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After the storm gale force red a calm light filled baby blue sky 
whistling birds singing a choir of divine beauty fills the air 
deeply warm touching without profit costing nothing 
fills inside with strength casting dark shadows out always remains
enveloped within prayer death love...

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Leaving my home in the city
Gray lonely,and faceless
When the sun did shine
We'd run to the corner of 166
By Moes candy store
And jump into our neighborhood pond
The local fire hydrant
We would Frolic as girls Jumped rope
and looked on with twinkles in their eyes
Sparsely green it was...

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