Best Stepladder Poems

Joe The Plumber announced he was runnin' fer Congress the other day!
Congratulations, Joe!  You the man!  Fer you I shout, "Hooray!"
Tell 'em like...

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When hurt descends from the tree of life and

The stepladder breaks straight onto your pain

A trampoline turned jo-jo strangles creeping ivy

Entangles in trapezes and dreams...

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Lets talk about love

Love is meant to be an opportunity
To share a place in time,
And an open heart for a person, 
That God has designed,...

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Christmas Lights                       ...

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My heart is an empty suitcase
That I store in the attic
It waits for me to fill it with all the things I need to leave....

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A few of the famous had their preferences.  Jack
Kerouac went on the road with his Underwood early thirties
portable Royal Standard.  Isak Dinesen, the...

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grandma bare bosomed and barely covered by frayed crocheted pants
looked like a mixture of parakeet and paragon in a fairy tale’s garment
under cover of darkness...

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okay. keep doing that.
keep on doing what you do.

it’s not like I care.

it’s not like you’re slapping me in the face, or anything
it’s not like...

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Chairman Xi Jinping you seek a new geo-strategical order

Sick of the blame game burden and fake foreign news

Like viruses internet hacking sanctions and accusations

Spew a...

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grandma had always been a magical offspring of nature

collected herbs images mushrooms psychedelic support

tattoo in her mind rebellion independence and freedom

mescal beans at stakes looking...

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cleaning the gutters
spontaneous funeral
a dead baby bird

autumn pallbearer
from a silver stepladder
silent elegy...

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as if Monet had planted water lilies in Babylon

          hanging gardens at the heart of a...

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One more sunset missed,
one more sunrise lost.
The rim of a glass glints less
in an undressed light.

Living between the days
losing yourself in nights dark corridors,
you begin...

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Stepladder up to the ceilings

Held with high reasons and feelings

The bookcase


Volumes of joy and pure leisure

State their case as printed pleasure

A bookworm


Shape a life into...

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the bridge he needed to cross was overgrown with tangled thicket’s brush

ragwort and giant hogweed littered the pernicious path to his own progress 

of perspectives...

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