Best Stiffer Poems

She That Embraced The Darkness In Her Veins

With her mind not sick of dark devious games
she opens dead doors, tossing in more painful blames
in newly acquired realm, no mercy was real
as darkness ate away, weeping heart to steal.
She planted her black roses, her favorite crop
Embracing...

Continue reading...

Run, Joe, Run! And the people represent,
mama always said you'd be President.
  Somethin' else mama said was
  stupid is as stupid does
and I think we all know what mama meant!

Run, Joe, Run! And let the people decide
but mama always knew your brain was...

Continue reading...

She stares into the casket
open, not what he wanted,
but she did, even more now.
“Stiffer than he’s ever been.”
she snickered, silent, unheard.
“O M F G thirty years;
look at you in your blazer
and that idiotic badge;”
she toasted, raising a glass
of cola and single malt
discovered upon finding
the “mislaid”...

Continue reading...

He was coming.
He was coming fast.
He was coming to pay us a visit.
A brooding, lethal monster 30 miles out.
He was coming straight at us
and nothing or no one could stop him

Our house was on the back bay of Biloxi,
a short distance from the beach
so we...

Continue reading...

In life there are choices that you must make
Now some of them can turn out good and others bad
But the way you handle whatever the consequences are
Determines the strength you have
And I can’t promise you they will always be easy. 

Some of the choices you...

Continue reading...

I tell u what shell b the first to tell you 
Tim is crazy he aint even jealous of the devil
he gots propellas on the metal
Rest aside those doubts about me
weapons of destruction I don;t even trust  in
Whitesqualls Rise up & swallow yall
Im taking...

Continue reading...

Hair black as snow's
An awkward crooked.                            
Smile, to boot his stiffer
Upper lips of red wine.

His gorgeous swagger,
Lingered all...

Continue reading...

(07/11/2011)

How my life got this bitter
Only one can be blamed on
Everybody says I need to move on
Huh!-move on and hurt won’t go together

Inside too many holes I have fallen to
But never found which one called true
Once I was drunkenned in the hole of blue
By his...

Continue reading...

When sky is grey and east is clouded high
with ever coming stiffer breeze give mind
to take in sails and make things right with try
to keep bow pointed straight toward great swells kind.
Then we were close off coast of Java Isle
and she was pitching like oft...

Continue reading...

When first it fell - all powdery white
I loved it.
Skipped playfully making snowmen
Throwing snowballs
Giggling youthfully
Took a million photographs
Went on Facebook
Told my stories
Listened to theirs
And then the thaw came
Fell painfully
Slush saturated
Older stiffer
Confidence gone
I dream of summer...

Continue reading...

I don’t know why I said it, 
But Mom gave her head a spin,
When I claimed, “I’m so unlucky
That I simply cannot win.”
She pinned me with her gray eyes,
And she said, “I beg to differ.”
I straightened up my shoulders and
I stood a little stiffer.
When Mom...

Continue reading...

Leave it to the Scottish as the royal wedding nears
To unveil their latest, Viagra infused beers
A beer to stir the loins of the newly wedded prince
A beer to shock the royals and make the Queen Mum wince
A beer that’s sure to give the Brits a...

Continue reading...

He sat up in the corner and he sensed impending doom
With two ‘two leggers’ flat against the wall across the room
His mother said don’t worry that you’re just a tiny spider
Stand your ground, my son, and spread your legs a little wider
For here’s a secret...

Continue reading...

Limn of Ballerina Feet


Slaving, aching in separate rooms of satin palace,
    Two haggard maids make faces wry while weeping sweat,
Their ten sore daughters with bloodshot i’s, callused
     Wince upon each light of high strides leapt.
Never more shall their...

Continue reading...

World War II Poems and Holocaust Poems - IV - Primo Levi

Shema
by Primo Levi
translation by Michael R. Burch

You who live secure
in your comfortable houses, 
who return each evening to find
warm food, 
welcoming faces...

consider whether this is a man: 
who toils in the mud, 
who knows...

Continue reading...