Best Stop Dead Poems

 
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Close your eyes
To your surprise
Wake up never recognized..

Time beyond the looking glass
Nonchalantly travels past
Without a single question asked..

Judgmental eyes stare in vain
A victim of a curious brain
Begin at the beginning then start again..

Like falling down a rabbit hole
With no control
Inquisitiveness starts to take its...

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There is a woodpile in my in-laws’ cellar, and some coal, but other rumored things also.
And it has been there a long time since anyone tripped down these broken concrete steps.
Maybe twenty or thirty years; we inherited this home a long time ago.
We have sold...

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TWIN    BUILDERS


Took a break  from  years of research
And worked  in a  small town building a new church.
Local priest there resembled  me, so they said.
Old ladies in the post office would stop dead
And tell me about their addict-son...

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Walking along from the public house late that night 
My lantern giving just a little light
My thoughts as I walked, was I very late?
The time unimportant the year eighteen thirty-eight.

A scream I heard, from a far off distance.
Commotion coming my way, do I make a...

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There's a moose a loose with a duck on his back!
If you see them stop dead in your tracks.
Do not engage, for they will fight back.
The moose made a slingshot out of his rack.
If you are naive and turn your back;
Moose will sling duck hard...

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The jealous wife

Just an ordinary day
Lost in my own thoughts
I think of you
What happened to us?
Where did it all go wrong?

I take a walk into town and stop dead on my feet
I see you, with a woman
Kissing, like you used to kiss me
In that moment,...

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There once was a donkey called Tommy
Who the kids all thought was funny.
The icecream van he would reach,
when giving rides at the beach.
Then stop dead 'till they all got a lolly....

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I frown into the mirror.
What happened?
Yesterday, we were newlyweds.”

"Fifty  years ago," he says.
“You lost half a century.” 
There's my husband, slouching
in the recliner, thinning hair,
frayed collar, expanding stomach.

A slow smile spreads across my face.
I sidle over, plop into his lap,
and sling my arm around...

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Stars moving in the night

A strange happening, a strange sight!

I watch in trepidation or puzzled freight?

There's something else out there beyond the night.

A cold stillness fills the air

I see them moving now as a pair

They seem to stop dead in mid air

Stars or something else...

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my feet punch the dull, rugged pavement as I slink down the cool quiet night with only the harsh stale lamp to highlight my way ahead. A presence is felt as the hairs on the back of my neck come to a stand my heart...

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It’s Maysville Kentucky’s own,
Laurie Ginn writing her poetry.
Snuggled down in the hills,
There’s no other place to be.

With an active happy life,
Her heart overflows with joy.
She loves our Heavenly Father,
And has two 6’2” teen boys.

She has a love for nature,
Being in the midst of conifers.
Hiking deep...

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The gauntlet run I stop dead, astounded.
How can the dreaded deal have been done?
Songs sung low by thin, wispy, wire lips
Carry the melody of my demise....

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My momma was big on naps when I was a girl.
Until I was eight years old, she sent me to my room on summer afternoons.
It was probably because of the heat in the south,
The way it it penetrates to your insides leeching every bit of...

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All eyes stare up in the night sky.
An amazing red moon stares back.
All these questions, but no real reply.
Red moon, red moon, who are you?

All thoughts of creation stop dead in their tracks.
Cosmic awareness is beginning to show itself.
It's hard to focus on the truth...

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Morning arrives, out of bed, coffee beckons, 
Pass the hallway mirror, reflection directions. 
Stop dead in tracks, return to check the vision 
Looking weary despite night's invasion. 

Closer inspection of my face 
Hair receding but not stopped intrusion 
Out of nose and ears, a forest...

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