Best Swank Poems

Written: December 16, 2023
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I sneak glance at veiled blue.
as...

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For BigFoot I searched everywhere.
In all the Northwest, he’s not there!
Then I thought I might know
where a BigFoot might go . . .
so I went...

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I was a sophisticated, world class traveler, like merry wind in green trees.
I had seen hottest deserts and rain forests, where songs will never cease.

I...

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I was an experienced family therapist, helping families maintain functionality,
As wandering, starlit seasons maintain all nature, being rooted in practicality.

I loved preserving healthy relationships, that...

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Somebody wrote and once told me
Oh gal, you are really up yourself
That really hurt my feelings,
Then I though, oh what the hell!
I’m really not the...

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The wife ‘n I were taken out
by me’ bosses on a Christmas ‘do’,
to a restaurant I can’t afford,
uptown in some swank avenue,
where a waiter dressed...

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A  heritage resplendent in culture and crafts
Where monuments rub shoulders with swank malls
Enticing  blend of  old and new
Lucknow my town always enthralls

Values...

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(continued previous part 1)

The duke then: “Tell now: of others indeed
Some Latin among sinners do you know 
Behind pitch?”. And he “I  had to...

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“Through me you enter the city of woe
Trough me you enter the eternal pain
Through me you go to people lost below.

Justice inspired my highest factor...

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So bridge to bridge, of other things speaking
Of which my comedy does not take care,
We walked; and reached the top, when seeking
For watching the next...

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Bottle of tears is my first version of this poetic legacy series
Skeleton of tears is which the venerated versatility carries.
This might be called as a...

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Milton Brown

1822 – 1917

I knew C. W. Harvey.
Knew him and liked him.
I lived on the first floor of his Greenleaf Hotel
By Bailey Street.
Lived and thrived...

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Help with the struggles, man's faced with, in life on earth
As man learns life knowledge, instead of grasping worth

A passion to hold all that's seen,...

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My friend, the friendly robot, 
Does everything I could ever want.
Cooking exactly how I like my food,
Like it’s from a swank restaurant.

She cleans, she fixes,...

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The Indians and the Pilgrims.
We children do thank.
They've left us with more
than turkey and swank.

They taught us to share
from the Big to the small.
They remind...

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