Blanche Poems - Poems about Blanche

... In the still of the night, spectro-gramming the hot utter of air, filtered by laser strainer- it has become a scale for judgment scaled by tier a black hole of sin in my pocket, a p......Read the rest...

...I would stay for hours, Waiting for a nice bee to land, On the small purple flowers of a fuchsia, or heather, I would wait for hours, As if the future of the planet depended on it, I would stay ......Read the rest...

...Upon umber leaf, beneath a cloudy sky fall's aroma arrives in solemn grace. Pumpkin spice and cranberry leaves drift by in wind-choreographed dance in birthplace Festive trees dressed in carniv......Read the rest...

...Oh Tennessee, bard divine, what gems you've given, Of truth and pain from your wrecked life riven. Though critics scorned, your genius shone In shabby rooms where oft alone, You typed amid ......Read the rest...

...Mistletoe mouse is coming! He will be here at three! My grandmother was singing this with gusto and glee. Who is he? I asked, what can he do for you and us? He’s a delightful creature she told me,......Read the rest...

...I write the sadness of the Brazilian forests, About modern centuries and glass cities, Tattooed Indians who are murdered too, For a handle of gold or green diamond, I write the greatness of Br......Read the rest...

...carte blanche waving genocidal right of way white flags waning......Read the rest...

...24 slices of zucchini soaked in whole milk 1 cup of paresesn cheese 48 slices of cured ham 3 cups of crushed sun dried tomatoes Basil Orgenono Anchovies Cookeded grounded saucages Mozzarella......Read the rest...

...Her pale face, rosy lips, raven wing hair, that many compare to a princess of old, so fair. Yet, she is unique, the girl with the amber eyes, sweet demeanor, a façade, to hide the lies. Perfe......Read the rest...

...Wind is blowing through the trees Bluebird, are you in the breeze? Have you come to comfort me? To soothe my lonely heart? To see Me smile because it's you? I think I hear your wingbeat through ......Read the rest...

...Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost... ~ May fourth, 2005 wedded bliss nearly fifty years half a century almost me not most favorite grown offspring, she (when alive) did boast, ab......Read the rest...

...A gnome met a weasel and fell in love They created a child from stuff they found above In high closet shelves and in branches of trees Their child was a cute combo, a hybrid with good knees Is ......Read the rest...

...At first sight, I miss God, When I think of my father, Of the primroses in bloom, When I feed the blinding sun, Drying up, all the rivers. I miss God, When I don’t understand The purity of ......Read the rest...

..."Whoever you are -- I have always depended on the kindness of strangers." -- Blanche speaking to whoever you are * * * Ladies and Gentlemen Callers! Tonight for your listening pl......Read the rest...

...The turning wheels of time crush and rattle life in the arena of strife fighting a constant battle, I try to win rising from the dismal depth of ennui, wonder if living is a wandering notion in t......Read the rest...