Best Surmises Poems

"Ground Level Entry"

“She fits the bill”,
they say it 
insouciantly

visions of being 
carried in the beak 
of a bilious pelican 

where it builds
its rudimentary nest, 
it uses sticks and debris

no stones, yet,
from irreverence
thrown at it

no higher perch
than snakes and ladders
than ground level entry

the floor is plentiful
the...

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“The Lewis Trap”



Well, of course he's misanthropic
He’s a Misanthropic Man
The Devil’s in the details
Buried deep under the covers
Of bedtime stories, slithers ‘neath loose sand

A Liddell bit of cake
A Liddell bit of julip
Sweets for a sweet pretty thing
Brings her closer, his lovely little Alice
This trapped butterfly...

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CHRISTMASTIDE

During the Holiday Season, the spirit is felt by all.
We sing our Christmas carols for the spirit to flow.
Yet, the New Year is upon us with many issues in toil.
We set aside these worries to inform the soul.
That Jesus Christ Lord is the Messiah born.
He...

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Colors

Here they  are,   in no particular order
follow  no protocol  of precedence
the colorful  patterns  of the  mindscape
the planes of its sensitivity,  the 
triangles of its premises, the
circles of its surmises. Their reds too 
coagulate  in blood,...

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Keats’ Nightingale

The romantic poets were too early to postulate total atheism,
And so freshened up the church by aligning god with nature,
And I believe they had a preference for nature over god or theism, 
Because they never posit him as social with high, tall stature.

Keats says...

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The Spaniel

A Spaniel that uses its head 
Can tell when its owner’s unfed 
So instead of a duck
That is down on its luck 
Will deliver a pizza instead
 
The Afghan Hound

The Afghan’s a dog groomer’s joy 
The definitive Lord Fauntleroy 
But with all that coiffure
One...

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Eloquent and festive in harvest crops,  
Plethora of blossoming may,  
O our adored land! 
Immaculate in dreams of tomorrow,  
Nostalgic of fragrances of yesterday. 
A land, in vision, never second to none, 
O, my beloved motherland, beloved of mine. 
Amongst the moon,...

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Daydreams

A daydream fanaticizes many things. 
Romance sings, rises.
But, real life surmises.

© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 26, 2010

Poetic form:  Englyn 
NOTE: There are several forms for this type of Welch poem.  This one is called Englyn penfyr

REFERENCES follow:
http://blogs.warwick.ac.uk/zoebrigley/entry/the_measures_of_1/
http://edsitement.neh.gov/view_lesson_plan.asp?id=410
http://www.writing.com/main/books/entry_id/413765...

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SHOES, BAGS AND TAGS

I’ve got a thing for handbags, all shapes and sizes
It’s a bother changing, but the occasion always arises
Whether pink, black, white, or brown,
Alongside others, I never wear a frown,
Bags for every season, which allows me different disguises!

Then of course there’s shoes, but...

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Eclectic and faint a lonely sunrise
As a backdrop horizon surmises a smile,
Arrayed in kaleidoscoped clouds softly hued.

A glorious triad fulfilled quest, flares
Its entourage of dichotomy suspended
To earth’s finite...blinded in love and mission.

Dance of the autumn leaves, bow to
Rhapsody fusioned in summer breezes.
The cosmos two-step in...

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The Bichon Frise

The Bichon in chiffon looks so frou 
That the crowd duly wowed has to coo 
‘Til the dog starts to droop
And its owner to scoop 
Some acutely embarrassing doo

The Border Collie

It was not Albert Einstein who dared 
To think E = mc2
But rather...

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theorizes, surmises, realizes, outlandish notions 
   manifesting jibberish inside frangible egghead,
especially when attempting tip ply words struggling 
   to describe abstract whims fed
by fancy,  groovy, heady indefinable 
   mind boggling ideas they weigh like a led
zeppelin inside gray...

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*Image of God Smiles by Pixabay.

The Table is Yours

I glide between spoons filled with surprises,
determined to make the best of my fill,
in this manner, I think claiming prizes.

So slight I take, before greed rob sizes,
breeds avarice, made by my tales, instill
I glide between spoons filled...

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The Alcoholic in Your Life

Might be the dirty man in the gutter,
Or your mate, so loaded he can only stutter.
She might be the loudmouth at the bar,
Or the woman who almost died,wrecking her car.

Sadly, could be your father or mother.
Cousin, aunt, sister or beloved brother.
Ages...

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Its Strength Lies In Its Thorns
                      (Valentine's Poem, 2019)

If Love is a rose,
It is a flower fair and fragile. 
Of strerner stuff, one might...

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