Best Sterling Poems

moon 
sweeps like
a lantern 
glazed in sterling 
stars...

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  Dear grandma, 
       you were my litchi  s u n r i s e, 
 ...

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Sometimes my soul 
resembles distant horizons, 
like burning stars 
abandoned between
  dusk and dawn.

When the 
     sky hangs 
as heavy...

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With finespun fingers of silky words
brushed with passionate warmth cashmere,
fill my pillow here with your lush and luscious thoughts
so my starry-eyes may wander hushed sighs,...

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Dress my dreams agleam your soft sterling tiffany

    on chiffon cream moonbeams fly your mused rapture.

      In...

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In the marshmallow 
mirth of blueberry 
beginnings of bliss,
I wish upon stars
that blush behind 
mint-grey memories,
drifting along sheets 
of fluffy daydreams,
across orchid skies. 
For I...

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M o o n is a rose quartz pearl,
     unraveling midnight musings,
         ...

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Take me where merlot skies serenade songs of serenity,
I long for timeless tulips that twirl in beloveds embrace,
Where love is a thornless red rose, unfurling...

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Who says I’m getting old?
My hairs are not gray
Its beautiful sterling silver
The finest silver around
Who says I’m getting old?
My face isn’t bright red
I’m not having...

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The host was the most, an elegant man,
Who throws great parties like no one else can.
All were dressed to the nines for a special affair,
While...

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They wouldn’t let me be White 
Oh I wanted to be 
Dreams of that Pulitzer haunted me 

They said, Sir, you have ten minutes to...

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Bill and Blanche set off, to the 'Yorkshire Show' they did go
T'was a yearly trip, and they would always show.

Each time Bill says to Blanche...

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Driving along the dark deserted road,
only noise I heard was the croak of a toad,
passing on either side the silhouettes of the trees,
my window rolled...

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Aye and ’tis a bonnie glen

And for us the Laird’s enclave

Dinna fush the soldiers’ menace

‘Tis this moment that He gave.

And we gaither ‘neath the stars

And...

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I'd have loved to see the bluebirds fly
above the white chalk-cliffs of Dover--
and as they were blithely soaring over,
immersed in thought I'd lie
in calm repose...

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