Best Week Poems

It's how the stars are lit at night
     and how the dew drops glisten
     How evening shadows...

Read more of this work...

At the footbridge Sue was meeting her beau
(He was married to a woman called Flo)
Sue soon found out his deception
She dismembered his ********
For his love...

Read more of this work...

I know I promised
 no more ‘Make you Cry Poems’
I said I'd never write another 
‘Wipe your eye poem’

 And for three years 
I tried...

Read more of this work...

Waking to cold blown tent, ground frozen icy hard
woods are my love, as is poetry to a bard.
Today starts my anticipated forest trek,
seeking salvation from...

Read more of this work...

Once Upon a Purple Sunrise

Pretty as a Periwinkle,
in your frilly summer frock,
the one with purple polka dots
that matched the cool of early dawn.

Haloed in hazy...

Read more of this work...

Lily of the Nile 

O Lily of the Nile, your enchanting
purple starburst blooms
rise on naked stalks to greet

lovers on their river stroll as
nature lifts their...

Read more of this work...

'Neath umbra skies I seek a mirrored moment

the breeze a capricious charmer
blows serpentine sways to life
a ballet of tall switchgrass dancers
sweeping edges raspy green
dulling in...

Read more of this work...

The Library of Trust and Hope
The Bank of Trust and Hope

(Cant decide on title, so feel free to pick or suggest one)

She was all but...

Read more of this work...

No one ever told me that your heart could bleed without a drop that anyone could see. I didn't know your soul could lose weight...

Read more of this work...

It starts with only one -
one like me
a melancholy migrant
from the immortal part of her
to the locus of her physical being --
the center of her...

Read more of this work...

oh, how a fair breeze of Autumn can stir
my heart with reprieves - the redolent
       leaves
remembrance of romance with...

Read more of this work...

Up above the moon shines brightly;
starlight touches earth so lightly;
passions teasing impolitely.
Midnight whispers, “Carpe noctem.”

Blowing soft the summer breezes
through her hair as nighttime pleases,
and the...

Read more of this work...

just going  to church every week ~ does not make you a better Christian

be grateful for everything that you have ~ because many have...

Read more of this work...

My turds float like choc’late marshamallows
Just lurking about in the shallows
I guess that my butt
Is truly kaput
So doctor suggests bitter aloes

I questioned such treatment regime
Doc...

Read more of this work...

The sun was rising high in the east over the town of Milton creek
It was the eighteenth day of December, the start of Christmas week
All...

Read more of this work...