Best Warf Poems
The air carries winter's bite
To the ear, the nose and fingers
- But the day is full of light,
A golden shine that falls and lingers
Upon the warf and woof of everything.
The apricity all 'round is why the birds yet sing
Upon their icy perches.
A ghostly touch of warmth lies all about
As the heart conducts its silent searches
Through the deeps of cold and doubt.
Abraham Lincoln; a copper penny....
I found a penny from heaven, just now?!
Have not picked one them up in quite awhile
A lucky penny I have always said ~
Although like most, this I have never truly believed
1964, Was the date that it read
I was there; I had to stop and think....
Rubbed it as I paused *
Laid down my pen and pad ~
Stuck it in my watch pocket and took a break
Three o'clock and a tad bit overcast right now
Sitting here at the pavilion, people passing by
Birds singing, the sounds of conversations oblivious
To my mind; 1964, I was there but, only five ~
The Beatles, Martin Luther King, Vietnam, JFK
He, had just died; Martin and Robert, soon to follow....
Yet innocence was still alive!?
Forty years, 1964, make a wish, open up a door
Mom and Dad, young, brothers, children, at the warf
Hopes and dreams still in store....
My lucky penny, what does it mean, what could it mean???
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....“A Penny, From 1964” ~
Note: Smile ~ “A Repo, Winter 2006 ~ `Love, Always,`” John!:) ~
He once wore the mask of the reskin tride,
An orphan set to drale.
Where once was shame, and farn, and guilt,
Now is but a tale.
A man too sold on a life unlived,
In search of fairer fay.
For by the stone, and warf, and will,
He arrives anew to-day.
©2011, R. Erin Lenth
Surviving in the city
The dog stood on the corner, looking for the cat.
The cat was at the Warf side, behind a fishing vat.
The dog was known as Rusty, an Irish setter bread.
The cat was known as Sylvester, he finds what people need.
The dog needed him a playmate, so he could plant some seeds.
For that the cat demanded meat so fresh, that it simply bleeds.
The dog had marked a hydrant, because the dog was late.
He also do-doed on a lawn that led to someone’s gate.
The cat found that disgusting but Rusty paid his price
So he watched for lady midnight, for she was built real nice.
Lady midnight came up prancing, her tail all in a swish.
He took her for some meatballs, Midnights favorite dish.
Sylvester ran it down, what Rusty had paid for
Her cut would come right off the top, and there was nothing more.
Lady M agreed that she was in that day.
She took a bite then licked her lips and they were on there way.
When Rusty meet with Midnight, she wouldn’t take no sass
If he would get to close, she swished her hips and knocked him on hiss ass.
When Rusty got his chance, he was off before he’s in.
She winked at sly and said to rusty, I hope we meet again.
Everyone was happy, even Rusty wasn’t sad.
The edge he had was ended and he didn’t feel so bad.
Now ain’t that oh so pretty, their life there in the city.
Where Sly and Lady Midnight, finger popped to do-wah-ditty.
I
We perceived whole fabric of Universe Great Teacher
The woof and warf, and another dimension
Cosmos flings debris on this Hammock Superior
Now: curvature in whole fabric as Mass alters Spacetime
II
If debris, rocks caught are so heavy for the Canvas
Beware more mass - the sags may join
Black and White: portal to Death or A Multiverse
Fresh from the sea pier
Big tunas shine like silver
As forklifts hauled them.