Best Tumbledown Poems

Morning has broken as it has done for many years
Day to day we continue without the fear of fears
Then out of the blue their comes thoughts from long ago
Prophecies of a past, that could halt us humans flow

Tablets scribed in gold, have been uncovered in...

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the end is not so close
but I'm still drowning
in all ponds of Mars
guilty and filthy
and walk down the alley 
of sombre solstice
swearing at walls
after the heist gone wrong

now the everlasting 
ambulance siren
echoes through 
the tumbledown lands
through sullen skies
through every selfish mind

dancing at the balcony
without a...

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Hidden away on our lush verdant hills
are crumbling houses and derelict mills

These ancient buildings are tumbling down,
many people ignore them with a frosty frown!
 
If folks just opened their eyes and they weren’t so aloof
they’d learn a Tholtan’s a building that’s missing its roof!
 
Tumbledown...

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Myrtle Parker

Myrtle Parker lived on the Riviera,
That’s the English one not the French.
Her favourite tipple is Red Currant Cider,
Only beverage her thirst would quench.

Never did she marry no husband,
Preference for life single and free,
Though kept two doggy companions,
Twin Westies, Florence and Zebedee.

Miss Parker was a...

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In a place many others often dread
Near the hollowed trees, and the haunted seas
She glides along the tumbledown cemetery
Deep down knowing those who are no longer living
Through bones remain, aren’t even truly dead

She’s Halloween even in winter’s fresh fallen snow 
In the darkness where she...

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Somewhere east of nowhere
stands a rust encrusted shed
In a paddock full of weeds
by a tumbledown homestead

A windmill goes on turning
though the bore has long run dry
and the fence posts are still standing
where the bones of cattle lie

Here a man once fed his family
Here a wife...

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I not sure I’ll renew my poet’s license this
year, most of the keepers have been kept 
with the biggest ones caught, stuffed and hung
on the walls of tumbledown fishing lodges.
Although there are rumors, that the big one 
Bishop caught and released back in 1946 
still...

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Howami? hmm... good question,
but for some unknown reason
more tired than usual...,
without daily twenty four hours
proper rest, I feel haggard.

I strongly suspect (a hunch acquired
upon returning home
after visiting Notre Dame)
deep sleep interruptions...
attributed to uncontrollable need:
tap a kidney, micturate, spend a penny
(thee last mentioned British, informal)...
quite displeasing......

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fear seems to be the cause du jour
fear if it all just ended
shapes us like quivering jello molds

fear of the landline
tapping into our heads
fear of the landmine
careless gifts from the feds

electric shivers
primal and oozing
forgetting ripe young days
played out in faded kodachrome
ripp'd into summer's apple
flushed future...

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The Magnificent Mountains of Maine 

Mount Katahdin, Maine’s tallest peak
beckons to those who challenge seek.
and to the dare-devilish kind,
White Cap Mountain will blow their mind.

Though not among Maine’s tallest peaks
Mount Cadillac is one to seek.
Mount Desert Island’s jewel rare
This is the place to stand and...

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DILAPIDATED GLOBE


A weary pneuma bleeds
Tears of the miserable
The poverty-stricken tumbledown
The opulence shows gusto.

At the sight of the indigent
But very penurious in helping...
They live in safety isle
But parade in the dilapidated globe.

Masses weep
Agony of the wretched man
Mercy he pleads
To mother earth and nature.

Under a thatched leaking...

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Long, long ago in a land far away,
they lived a wise old woman who talked to the trees. 
She had a little crooked back and wobbly knees.  

She lived in a tiny tumbledown shack, and her name was Pandora Victoria  Gleese, 

One day...

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He sleeps late
because the milk cows have dried up
and the bulls long slaughtered.
There are no cowboys in the bunk house
just a couple of old chickens
pecking the dirt floor,
they produce, at most, one real egg a week
the rest are malformed by spilled ink.
However in the leaky...

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She has a tumbledown deck, a creaky rocker.
Dandelion seeds carry memories
from one neglected garden patch to another.
She’s not that old, but her wine has mulled,
a hard sun has scoured her features.

There were children once. They play
now upon her mind
as crippled backwoods memories.
The ‘law’ took them,...

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She has a tumbledown deck, a creaky rocker.
Dandelion seeds carry memories
from one neglected garden patch to another.
She’s not old, but her wine has mulled,
the sun has scoured her face into a tracery
of twilit paths.

There were children once. They play
now upon her mind as fairies would
each...

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