Best Swellings Poems

Inspiration, Revelation, Adaptation, Within Poetic Verse

Sonnet I

I saw morn's soft hands stretching to touch bright moonlight
Is but a fleeting blink betwixt man's death and birth
Dark...

Read more of this work...

It is surreal to me.
Corridors of dazzling colours.
Sonerous gurgling from hidden streams.
I must be in a gorgeous dream.
Murmurous whisperings of fairies.
In arcane little dwellings.
Or are...

Read more of this work...

Posted at my new blog -Lesser Known Poets Series- continued, 
two poems written, honoring sixth poet chosen,  James Thomson
his great poem- The City of...

Read more of this work...

The silver skies of early dawn arrive
And sparkle morning leaves with dewy mist.
When silence greets the morning fair, I thrive.
Majestic woodlands bloom, by Heaven kissed.
All...

Read more of this work...

She wakes up before dawn. Mounts 
her cardbox cubicle on the pavement
at a street corner. It is chilly and windy.

Without delay she pours cooking oil...

Read more of this work...

The Dragon, serpentine, jagged, fuming
Curved neck twisted my way,
His scales shimmering and reflecting the bottom depths of the well,
Scrutinized me with fires of his personal...

Read more of this work...

I’ll never forget the Black Death.
It came from a germ which, lived on that fleas. 
Each second passes through everyone’s breath.
The fleas! The fleas! ...

Read more of this work...

walking the floor
regular pastime
not about you
more about me

tweezers and splinters
droplets of blood as blues
not about us
more about life

accidental klutz
lumps and swellings 
not about happenings
more about...

Read more of this work...

Thank you mommy for keeping me safe while you could
But I couldn’t stay in there forever even though you preferred that I would
You knew I...

Read more of this work...

I could not take it, the fear.
Transient flesh
vibrant in a sunken ship.

On a coral island
deconstruction of a fallen window.
Jumping on million skins.

The level of violence...

Read more of this work...

He who makes understands the scheme well,
The working riddles and amazing mysteries,
But the observers become stunned, tongue-tied,
On finding all rules of wisdom suspended.

Wanderlust led me...

Read more of this work...

Voyage of the Skipping Stone ~

I hold you in my hand –
A skipping stone –
Cradled flat against my palm
Perfect roundness 
Dark hues, born of fire...

Read more of this work...

The Royal disease

I'm no royalty, but I got the gene
The gene that I'll pass down to a carrier
Who'll be like the crown bearer
A crown of...

Read more of this work...

Heed then the touch of certainty
That mellows in uncertainty


There is a strange reason why change
Fabricates an odd feeling strange


Embrace the conflict that confronts
As soul and...

Read more of this work...

You free me
with this jettison wake
on the back of the boat
while the motor is brooding
too loud to engage in the tannic specifics
or to single the...

Read more of this work...