Best Stashes Poems

Dogs pant in the sweltering, humid air
that morphs into dewdrops as the night cools.
And summer swimwear isn't seen anywhere,
now that the kids have returned to their schools,
abandoning their sandcastles and pools.

The leaves are slowly getting drained of green,
changing color as they prepare to die.
And cottage...

Continue reading...

Scatter my ashes
You can't keep them here
I know you've got me in stashes
Just let go my dear

Keep our memories
Say good-bye to my body
Please be at ease
Say good-bye to my body

I'll save you a place
Up here in heaven
I'm surrounded by grace
Up here in heaven

No need to...

Continue reading...

Autumn's breath is swiftly blowing
Trees and branches gently bowing
Leaves of red and yellow strowing
Over streets and gardens going

Leaves are turning, tumbling, showing
Autumn's breath is swiftly blowing
Orange and golden brightly glowing
Twirling, pausing, down they're flowing

Paths and fences overgrowing
Forest, field, and town o'erflowing
Autumn's breath is swiftly blowing
Vivid...

Continue reading...

Doth it not thrill thee, Poet,
Dead and dust though thy art, 
To feel how I press thy singing 
Close to my heart? 

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes,
my poems recite my plight.
As two souls mix heart stashes,
inspired of mastery might.

A precept building ahead of time,
TS...

Continue reading...

Call me a DREAMER call me an IDEALIST.  I want mass appeal.  
I am a dreamer. As I think, my muse are heavy unclear
I fall asleep MY dreams are plenty starlit glistening seeming VIVID.
My Contemplation DEEP near daunting. I seek the best of...

Continue reading...

In fall, Boomer Halloweens produce orange and black memories;
     will I ever outgrow treat-laden bags and glowing pumpkins? 
Van Gogh's flaming handiwork draws crowds in the Blue Ridge;
     he paints the trees, but God does the skies.
The...

Continue reading...

I am older now, my
body creaks, but it
remembers.
As if it happened
yesterday,
Walking through Camp
37, east of Dresden
Germany
Dark, sorrowful
overcast skies
Hang like a wash of
black ink

Rusted razor wire,
empty guard towers.
Sentinels to times
past, a reminder
Snow crunches like
ginger crackers
under my feet.
Forty cabins, dark
weathered wood
Allied containers

Sweet pine scents
the cold air
My old...

Continue reading...

Sensory reveries float feathery,
Softly, through my summary treasuries.

There are flashes, small splashes
that wander in random dashes
between my head and heart.
Some precious memory stashes
often break dark and apart.
I will feed on photo books
hoping repair requires but a look.
It often ends with me shook
by a bittersweet sharp...

Continue reading...

The morning paper is everywhere, the breakfast dishes, are here and there
Her feet up in the easy chair, the old man in his underwear
The phone starts ringing loud and clear, so hubby quickly disappears
When he returns, she sees a frown,…, He calmly says,  “Guess...

Continue reading...

Dedicated to My Daddy, William Cason Godwin, 1931 - 1998

Heart-fragile, love flashes that my memory stashes
Live on to hurt me in sentimental, joyous ways;
His dog tags, medals and ring sit in my jewelry box, and
I am soothed mumming around home wearing his old socks.
Time fragments...

Continue reading...

Too            Much

Marginalized
Masochistic & Meretricious
Deaf, dumb, and desensitized
These roads are haunted
We become Superstitious
As the hills grow eyes

These actions have consequences
An open mouth full of flies
The putrid smell overwhelms the senses
Fervently escape your time to die.

These...

Continue reading...

As the mind of humanity’s flesh
Simply wants all of the world’s cash
As bills smell in congress they pass
Laws  resembling methane gas
Poof, aloof, savings gone in a flash
Of cash stash, my soul is free at last


Our retirement savings of cash stashes 
Like bad memories as...

Continue reading...

An aromatic whiff of evergreen
greets my nose as I enter the Fall woods.
And its scented breezes smell fresh and clean,
unlike the stench of city neighborhoods.

A pathway of pine needles and green moss
leads me to a grove of ancient oak trees.
And a chipmunk chides me like...

Continue reading...

Chicken, potatoes, and cold pumpkin pies
The food on the table is covered with flies

White ones and red ones and black ones and blue
Just look at that mountain of laundry to do

Dishes and pot lids and pans that are green
Oh, look at this pile of dishes...

Continue reading...

"You'll floss your teeth, you'll brush your teeth
Four times a day," he said.
"Hand over all those scary sweets
you hide under your bed.
They fight your teeth, they bite your teeth.
They give you gum diseases.
My pretty patient will obey
my orders, if she pleases.
This pitchfork, sharp and flashing...

Continue reading...