Best Stack Poems

Consider, Recall, Reflect, Hesitate, Tremble
           Before your life's vast sweep.

     Step...

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It was a rainy day so I flipped through a stack of comics
My Amazing Poet series
Finally I picked the fabulous Five
I liked the picture on...

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A BLESSED CHRISTMAS FOR ALL WITH POETRY SOUP

Dear Caren, Andrea, Cay Cay, Carolyn and Jan
Rico, Arturo, Paul and Chris, all of you are the same...

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Now Santa is getting eccentric 
His sleigh is now fully electric
He made Rudolph retire
Pressed the red button - ‘Fire’
His world then went totally hectic

He searched...

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What Lurks Within

I picture in my mind an old colonial room,
With a door to the garden where my flowers can bloom.
 
A window in the...

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The Girl with The Quiet Voice

One of many children
Somehow she was hard to hear
She still craves just a bit of attention
Just a simple “Thank you...

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My earliest recollection was being placed in a Coca Cola cooler in a Barbershop in Virginiatown Ontario. I heard the sound of the Nickle being...

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I'm a grit teeth beginner breaking out the cage,
growing strong and fitter with wit coming of age,
squeezing letters out of lemons got me in a...

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I wanted to write
 The best slavery poem   ever written—
Perhaps win a Pulitzer or Faulkner. 

I had every intention of conforming 
To the...

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Whatever turns your crank

Whatever tickles your pickle

Whatever dunks your donut

Whatever waxes your dolphin

Whatever buffs your Buddha

Whatever pops your cork

Whatever pets your monkey

Whatever frosts your cookies

Whatever...

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One day, perhaps if I could spend the night, 
I would stack your hearth with firewood, 
and we would sit together on your couch, 
you,...

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He fills his syringe with poisoned words
pulling the letters one by one from his rusted spoon
They rise up through the needle in perfect order
"Disgusting" ...

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Dad had threatened for some time, to reclaim the land behind the shed,
where rubbish over many years, had stockpiled but now instead
of being easy to...

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I bought a box of truth from a peddler down the street,
even though he told me its veracity might sting.
I handed him a stack of...

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Down past the meadow is the grand old hotel.
Where statues of marble encircle the ponds
Tall cypress line up like soldiers at arms,
saluting each limo that...

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