Best Veered Poems

When she walked by my side on a lonely road
And took me to the other side, much more verdant,
Through the barren lands of scorched desert,

Clueless I was about the paradigm of love.

If only had I asked, she would’ve taken me there
Into the sunshine from darkened...

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One year,  over the ocean, Santa veered  off course
His reindeer were battling a hurricane  force. 
As the sleigh went  spinning and spiraling around,
 an  island appeared far below on the ground,
dotted with palms on  a white sandy beach.
Santa took heart that land was in reach.
Through starlight’s glow and the light of the moon 
Santa touched...

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~ Her love abloom fell blinded in the bliss
of one thought gentle in its callow prime,
and if she felt one inkling of amiss,
a thwarted tempest may have been in time.
   As love became a storm within the boil,
her naïve virtue veered into his...

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On the park bench in the starkness of a city facing darkness,
I was drinking, feeling tipsy, working on some poetry.
Close by me was something lurking; suddenly it started jerking,
and it seemed that it was *twerking!, How could I write poetry?
“Will you stop!” I fairly bellowed,...

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stared at the two passionate lines for the longest time,
       what I wrote ..I created ... as if in a trance, as if in a surreal dream ..
           ...

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Nameless nomad from nowhere needed nestling niche
 Emotions enveloped evermore excitement exuberant
 Vague venture veered on valiant venerable voyage
 Ever eager to enter enticing enclave of enduring endearment
 Recognized remote rhythm of romantic reverie in rippling rapture.

 Life’s listless landscape lighted lunar luminosity lured by...

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THE HOUSE SURVIVED THE STORM

The storm was bearing down on them, the warnings had gone out;
They knew the devastation would be widespread without doubt.
They knew their home was threatened as its fierceness did increase,
And once it did its damage, there’d be no standing piece.
But Father...

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Written: May 2nd, 2024

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Quixotic quest quiddity
As dusk sapidity emerges, 
Casting a shadow 
Weeping waves smash 
in foamy scatters; 
seraphic strophic sojourn 
groans in a gossamer gaunt
Arid shadows fade. 
In a hazy blur, 
emptiness lingers. 
Shorebirds...

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The traffic light
delayed us both
Me driving my car
She driving her cart.

The traffic direction changed, rotated,
making black eyes spark annoyed 
as her walk signal failed to appear,
   shrunken mouth twisting crooked 
   ‘neath her frowned brow
   as roughly she retreated,...

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As night draped its cloak over Baltimore's sleeping form,
A cargo ship, the MV Dali, sailed to greet the dawn.
From the bustling harbor shores it had slipped away,
Bearing goods for far-off lands, under the sky's dark sway.

Two pilots steered the lumbering vessel, ‘cross the tranquil bay,
But...

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"For those who love with heart and soul, there is no such thing as separation" 
      ~By Rumi
Decked in floral wreaths and crown
as I lay in state among family and friends
with my spirit wading through strands forlorn
where lamps shone bright...

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Poem 2 for the teamwork contest

Where is the light that lived within 
Why has the flame of doubt appeared 
The trees bend slightly in the wind 
Towards darkness now have you veered
 
Focus on the things dear to you 
Where is the light that lived...

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To the left curved the steep roadway.
She veered right. Any other day
she’d have hesitated.

This time, though, she carried through.
With the ocean in full view,
she accelerated!...

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never will I forget summers of gold
filigree memories shine like the sun

Down the country lane on lazy summer days, my sisters and I walked.
Rows and rows of tall green corn waved in the breeze on each side of us.
Ripe raspberries were gifts of nature we...

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Back in the height
of our pre-millennial military-industrial
post-revolutionary days
of competing excess...

No, love,
Stick with
Once upon our Sacred Times...

Once upon a time
here in the US of Northern Americas
we used a Reservation Model
to dispose of hopelessly disabled aboriginals,
too RightBrain prominent,
throw-back quasi-human
First EarthNation
Nature/Spirit pantheistic
wrong-languaged 
uncolonizing
uncultured Tribes.

Unfortunately,
not all primitive handicaps fit...

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