Best Teamed Poems

To single out special people on soup is such a hard task
So many people have helped me, so it’s a really big ask


I discovered on soup there is an angel without wings
Her name is FJ Thomas and her praises I’ll gladly sing
A month after I...

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In dream lone blackbird sits on telephone line,
pleading, what more do I have to give. 

Wing once beat out a metronome in time..
leaving thoughts lost through a sieve.

I swore to rebuild our earthen dam,
and hold the waters at bay.

Your dream found a different plan, 
left...

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My name is Paul Carter, and I want to tell you my tragic story
About the wrong path I chose in life, that wasn't one of glory
I was born in the state of Maine in the coastal town of Kittery
It was quite a picturesque little town...

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‘Hey stomach,’ says anus,
‘Would you cut the crap.’
“It’s not me,’ stomach says;
‘I won’t take the wrap.

It’s what they’re eating,
So blame teeth and mouth.
I’m innocent,’ says stomach,
‘For that filth down south.’

Brain has a good laugh
At organ expenses,
By prodding infighting
Over false offenses.

‘Are you kidding me,
You two dumb...

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Love once was the focus
of our lives
till marriage became contentious;
two sharp knives
piercing the heart of it,
killing it.
Teamed hardhearted misfits
dualistic
by nature, antipathetic
where love’s the casualty
and we, just another statistic....

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You'll not see determination
like it...

this spirit sailed across
seven seas...

even as a child I fondly
recall it...

I knew I was different...
for what I believe...

for instance rich kids
down the road for their
Christmas a trampoline
they received...

they refused me entry...
so I took to hills...
walked off all disharmony...

whilst up there I...

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They were bank robbers and their names were Bonnie and Clyde.
They robbed banks in six states until 1934 when they both died.
In addition to robbing banks, they also robbed stores and service stations.
They killed thirteen people, they were dangerous and caused devastation.
In 1933 the dangerous...

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Above: Wystan in fancy dress
as a beetle -1912


Photographs of Wystan

One of the world's
greatest poets
in a pose, similar
to an Anne Gedde's baby
 
Balancing beetle antennae
his head at an angle
a satin suit padded to
emulate the chest
of  a beetle's,
Spare legs of black velvet
dangling while
he stands upright
feet together,...

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Cindy Cinnamon was a working gal
Lavender Lucy her very best pal
one night they tag teamed Mr. Ed
smoked a pound of panama red
Stormy Daniels did shots from a pail 






12/26/18...

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My name is John--the work horse
And I was teamed with Prince. 
We could easily do a job at which
An Arabian horse would flinch.
Prince's work is over now.
He's buried in the pasture.
I am too old to work so hard,
According to my kind master.

He tells me I...

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Families sat together when I was young
Ate popcorn had fun….
Around the coffee table we’ whine
Pass the chips gimme mine!
Black and white TV had just come to town
The neighbor had it, it was around.
But, oh the board games we’d play
Parcheesi, dominoes, monopoly!
We’d all sit on the...

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I was working cattle with a crew a little south of Muleshoe,
When I watched a horse work with perfection and grace.
I said "pardon me gent, no offense is meant,
But your horse is the smartest thing on this place."

He broke out in a grin and scratched...

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I remember a young man of long ago,
I as fond of him as he the bow.
We thrived together, discovering astride,
grew into our own side by side.

I came for the archery, and stayed
for the friends - oh, the parts we played.
We shot, spoke, studied and strummed;
on...

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VIEW FROM THE BRIDGE

From the bridge, track the ghosts of line, goods yard, Old Town Station 
Where we lingered and noted the numbers of each passing train
Web of steel and of steam entwined village and town across nation
'Til Arcadian rural slow lines suffered untimely wane

Gone:...

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The peril coiled does not replay
the beauty of notes teamed relay
some carry over, some parlay
is echoed by the sounds that stay!

Within the music's balanced chords
that building up, intensive, scored
to sense the freedom, soul's restored
some empathy of runways toward!

It is this movement I contrive
as word to...

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