Best Swale Poems

The tale below was carved one night
upon the stone, by candlelight
...most won’t believe, but some just might
.........most won’t believe, but some just might



  ...

Read more of this work...

Upon this yearly powdered dale,
where leafless birch in talon-ed stance
come begging in their circumstance,

the snowflakes fell in silent veil 
as thick as densely woven cloth
to...

Read more of this work...

T'was a warm summer's day, when I took to the trail,
to cruise that old black spruce, way down in the swale.

A gallon of bug dope...

Read more of this work...

You may not know
I have the worlds biggest toe
I also have a gigantic frown
The biggest frown ever seen around

I dropped a slimy creek stone and...

Read more of this work...

The moon, pausing near her zenith,
On that balmy night in May,
Painted a warm, nocturnal landscape, 
In varying shades gray.

A mockingbird insomniac,
With golden harp did play,
And...

Read more of this work...

He sat all alone, drinking jim beam and coke

Looking out as the waves crashed ashore

He kept to himself, drinking jim beam and coke

As the storm...

Read more of this work...

A naive grasshopper 
 spun in the death web of a starving wolf spider,
Providing hours of facination and wonder to the curious child
He too must...

Read more of this work...

Beyond the paved two-lane with its solid centerline,
and bounded by NO TRESPASS signs; 
beyond the turn-off onto gravel and the last barking dog 
who keeps...

Read more of this work...

The days of the year has quickly flown by
collecting aspects of serenity in the clouds, 
for passing storms to stir the tremulous sky, 
and try...

Read more of this work...

THE UNPLANNED JOURNEY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS





I had a great breakfast gave a nice tip to the girl
I was late, had to swerve to avoid hitting a...

Read more of this work...

A drop of water spun from its cause
Spilled into the ocean bewildered of its loss

“Won’t you tell me what the angels sing?
To forget sorrows and...

Read more of this work...

Waking to that familiar fabric of dawn, pink-hued 
Hewn from the previous black quilted night
It dawns on me:

At a time, it shall prevail 
upon us all, the...

Read more of this work...

"sizes matter" chirped the hatter before 
popping the size 8 and 1/4 on his head
and jumping theatrically into his bed
hat and clothes all snuggled into...

Read more of this work...

6 earthmovers terracing a hill, 
no more horses in a swale of green.				
4 lanes westbound, 4 lanes east. 
Caterpillars are eating the fields> 
We take...

Read more of this work...

Design obscures Divine
Railroaded by a petulant narrative
Observe the perfection of a creation undone
Injection deserving celebration by the hallowed of darkness
On every point, a bug defeats...

Read more of this work...