Best Squabbling Poems

Squabbling with words; spats in opposition
can bring about discord and suspicion
Christians should be able to live in harmony 
or their accord and union will atrophy

What kind of world must humans think to mold
in bringing warmth and not a chilling cold
fashioning traits with kind words of...

Continue reading...

With the onset of advancing age, so I find,        
A man grows weary of all mundane talk;             
Occupies his every spare, idle thought   ...

Continue reading...

Upon Awakening

I see you morning,
curling down into
my front yard
like a big golden cat
come to play.

your paws ruffle the trees 
but they are only bones 
clacking noisily like 
.geese squabbling 
making your ears twitch.

you snuffle the dried beds 
wanting to rub against the lilacs
but they are...

Continue reading...

The mighty roar of the King of the
Bush at the crack of dawn,
Its majestic sound, being the first
Thing you hear, as you yawn,
And the laugh of the sly hunch backed
Hyena, as it creeps, slouched
Close to the fence,
Behind it many other savage animals
In a veld so...

Continue reading...

At the fold of day
a veil shrouds the hills
as rising fog drifts
over tapering fields.

Rain falls softly,
dimpling the river.
It’s sombre waters swaggering
beneath a narrow bridge.

Rambling oak trees line
the steep grassy banks.
Ferns furl
their long slender fingers
into tight fists.
They recoil
into rooted mouldy stone.

Moss carpets the woodland,
the earthy air,...

Continue reading...

Frost carpets the fields
sloping to a crinkled sea.
The air,
cotton crisp
as spring leaps in.

Satin crows 
descend from a silver sky.
Squabbling, they graze
on chilled dewdrops.

The sunrise,
a red ribbon glow
warms tall tree trunks
basking in gliding sunlight.

A flame horizon
burns a candy stripe sky
on a tangerine morning....

Continue reading...

For many years, the creek, ran passed as a drain,
Polluted and unloved; a poisoned murky vein.
A favoured dumping place, for household unwanted things -
out of sight, out of mind; and no good what it brings.

Life was almost non-existent in the creek
and weed infestation makes it...

Continue reading...

Visitors I saw in my garden today were:

9 starlings noisily squabbling
1 duck casually waddling.

1 robin - a handsome little chap
1 bumble bee, that landed on my lap.

2 neighbouring cats, stalking the same prey
1 little mouse, who wears a coat of grey.

3 worms wiggle above the...

Continue reading...

(It was 1860 when the English poet Robert Browning
stumbled upon an interesting artefact as he walked
through the city of Florence.  It was a file of documents
from an old Italian criminal trial, and he would turn
this material into his masterpiece, "The Ring and the
Book".)


The Old...

Continue reading...

I'm Just Getting Started

I'm just getting started, though I'm not in control,
But I am all dressed and indubitably, very well-composed,
virtuously loved by many, with honored adulation exposed,
so I lie and wait, but ready to go, anew, in my dapper clothes.

A broken watch on a floor,...

Continue reading...

The secret to success is to simply stop.

Stop seeking attention.
Stop arguing with those who gossip.
Stop listening to lies.
Stop squabbling for your rights with stupid people.
Stop searching for the negative in...anything.
Stop fighting small fights.
Stop sweating the small stuff.

Just. Simply. Stop.

...

Continue reading...

...But the problem with apologies
is where exactly do we start?
The Aztecs took thousands of slaves,
and ‘praised their gods’ but cutting out hearts.
The Indians enslaved each other,
and settlers in the many wars,
but the Spanish enslaved them,
equal opportunity horror.
And the British enslaved the Irish,
three hundred thousand sent...

Continue reading...

The one thing in life we all strive to be is equal in every degree,
And I think everyone should have the same rights, don’t you agree?

We can all be equal but we cannot all be the same,
There is a difference and you can’t hold other...

Continue reading...

I love the sound of rescue squad sirens
Someones got a chance

Houdini had no chance
He wanted to survive everything

Kennedy had no chance
He wanted what's best for people

Communism had no chance
Someone had to be in charge
And we all know by now
Power corrupts

Capitalism has no chance
People want more
Top...

Continue reading...

It began with rain, pelting
yellow daffodils to the ground.
Sleet rode rain's coattails,
staccato dings on our windshield.

In the empty parking lot,
black-lettered buses stood
empty; no church today.

Through potato-soup lunch,
we watched quarter-size
snowflakes cover sleet.
Over hours of a long, gray day,
snow mounded, transformed
familiar objects into phantoms.

Suet cake brought birds,
squabbling...

Continue reading...