Best Supposes Poems

The look of pity on the saleswoman's face said it all
my paint spattered clothing, however the jeans fit
just didn't have that panache, chic pizazz, tongue hanging
inspiration for desire a young woman out to have.

The car dealer took one look at me, led me to the...

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Sometimes a person supposes,
When asked to describe how things are,
That talking of rainbows and roses
Will hide what might startle or jar.

By painting a picture so sunny,
Believing you’ll fool those who asked,
What happens, I’d bet even money,
Is that some will know truth has been masked.

For lies...

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Stereotypes


Black people all have rhythm and are good at basketball
   Not a single blond in the world has any brains at all
Englishmen have bad teeth and Mexicans are lazy
   And if you think the Dutch aren’t cheap, certainly you’re crazy

All Chinese...

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Poor Rudolph his nose has turned brown
His antics have made Santa frown
For no one supposes
That folks with brown noses
Are trouble and let others down

12-06-17...

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So pure the streams in light that quivers
While the silver rains of spring composes
Fragrant the buds poised soft by the rivers
Oh lets pluck those lily bright roses! 

While birds will kiss the mountain spray
When the tender light of morn reposes
On the loving winds that gently...

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There has always been an inter-outer over-under tender balance of loveless socio-equations as they super fit the psychosocial sexe-endices in this modern garner of pluses/minuses/bytes and scribbles mostly incommunicado inexperience and parental impreciseness as to, "anything planned", which in tomb leaves us doth a deranged...

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And so I ponder my frailities as give giveness to the/they that are in response to my/your parental misgivings, the way windward wade their roughened cinder complexities confided to an annotated disgfiured desire-repost postured, annotized rediculum of the come-what-may forensics of a culprit coined society...

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Our garden's masterpiece,
Fairies in each fleur-de-lis,
Blossoms of gauzy glory,
Perennial veils of fairy stories,
Beribboned spangle treasury,
Fairies flitting so flowery,
Our queen of ruby roses,
Posies for all, one supposes,
Flowerets the best cuddle,
Essence of Spring, residual,
There are fairies in the flowers in our garden,
One ruby rose--then a garland!!...

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(For a contest). Word Group 3.
Oh, a plane ticket to meet my one true love,
Plus a secret box, on the lid a dove,
Inlaid a jewelled masterpiece,
Fairies in each fleur-de-lis,
Blossoms of gauzy glory,
Perennial veils of fairy stories,
Beribboned spangled treasury,
Fairies flitting so flowery,
Our queen of favourite ruby...

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Anger burns me to my core,
Blistering every happy part of me left.
The only thing I know of now is hatred, anger, and
Revenge. It claws at me from the inside,
Making me scream out, but that makes it worse.
Every thought I have now is of murder,
Of killing...

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First, imagine, if you can,
"Love" is not just a many splendored thing,
although it is that,
but behaviorists and existentialists behavioralize
the complex of emotions and consciousness
wearing that synergetic label
as active, sometimes spontaneous
"cooperation,"
an antonym for "competition."

Now,
Imagine you grew up
in a language
where "sacred"
and "spiritual"
are synonymous with proactive soul "cooperation."

And
"secular"
and...

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When snowflakes fall, the sleds come out
As children run and jump and shout

With boots and scarves and runny noses
(Also mittens, one supposes)

Frolicking in fresh white snow,
Their rosy cheeks and smiles a’glow.

Can anything make winter’s case
Like joy on any toddler’s face

As, in his new boots, he’s...

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A jug of wine, a book of verse and thou,
Beneath kind trees that spread their green leaves shady
My sheeps heart beats with love and I seek now
A daisy that this sheep may give his lady

I know, though full of love, I'm just a sheep
No one...

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One day a girl died
Hung herself
She was 16
No one suspected
That Emily, happy Emily
Was being bullied on the 
Internet
But she was
And she took her life
At the funeral were black roses
For the supposes
Suppose she couldn't handle it
Suppose she had depression 
anyway
Suppose she was weak
Suppose she....

Emily left behind...

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"One Bad Apple"




Soft cool-aid breezed in
wielding her sharp peeler
skinning the first apple

Boss girl 
begins.

Stewed apples 
slowly eaten 
swallowed, taken in

One way out. 

Boss girl
begins. 


(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
gvlm




"Raise Hell", Dorothy
https://youtu.be/cfKPobjPZSE






“She does not want the world
to tell her how to live her life. 
She does not want...

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