Long Four poster Poems

I was driving home late one cold Winters night
It was minus ten and the moon shone bright
Then in my car headlights a young girl I did see
I swerved hard to avoid her and hit a...

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The haunted house of fun and bones
Is spooky amongst the old gravestones.
The full moon shines, strange creatures groan.
This is no place to be alone.

The paintings watch as we walk up the stairs,
Passing suites of armour....

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Branches of beans wave most predominantly in stormy weather but heavily prevalent are the many climbing chimps whose antics please the spotted cloud and cause a clap in the sky. But half a cup of...

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I am her child again...
I'm wearing my pink flannel pajamas, the ones with tiny roses.
I'm curled up in the middle of her big four-poster.
And watching her dress for the party.
She has just fastened the clasp...

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It stood on the top of the hill
dominating all of its surrounds.
Its drawbridge these days lay open
spanning with ease the now dry moat.
Like a fairy tale fortress it had turrets
that soared up high brushing the...

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Sorry Madison I fell asleep, for you took far too long to respond.
I expected a poem a little more deep, because I thought we had a stronger bond!
You wrote three stanzas only, damn I thought...

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Waking up, in a light gray four poster bed.
With flowers and ribbons, painted
on the ceiling above my head.
.
Satin slippers and a robe, so soft.
A young girl, I feel when I do recall......
Those decades ago, those...

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I came along with high expectation
And hopes of grandeur, instead defacement
A ruined mass of fallen structure
Displaced gray stones in random stature

A mist alighted like a screen
A passing shroud that blurred the scene
And when it lifted...

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Shannon watched a royal wedding
one afternoon on the TV,
the flowers, coaches, and garlands,
all the pomp and majesty,
the fancy gowns and ornate hats,
black-tie suits that fit handsomely,
noble steeds pulling carriages,
in her minds arose fantasies…

She saw herself...

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There's one simplle rule that a writer should know,
that is when you can tell and when you should show,
so armed with this thessis I took up the task
of one page of showing, not too much...

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It was 1974,
And I had no idea
What I was in for...
I borrowed my new wife's
Father's car...
Drove forever to get
To Maine,
After 16 hours driving straight,
I was very close to insane...

Got there at twilight..
Expecting a hotel bright...
Far...

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It enters one's life quietly; as silent as
the falling snow: the need for a few
additional hours or minutes of sleep.

As the years progress and the hair takes
on a silver sheen the bones and muscles
that sprang...

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You have only been gone for a day or two
But I swear my love I am pining for you
I miss you so when we are apart
There is an aching deep in my heart.
 	 
My...

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He was sun-scorched, flame-torched
stood tall, strong as a brick wall
loose-hipped, well equipped
in for the count, without a doubt
expert tracked, surprise packed
spurs jangled, wild mustang wrangled
I should have, could have
but I was lost, dust-bowl tossed; in...

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In the darkness
I ran into my grandmother’s room 
And clambered up into
The high, four poster bed. 

	Comforted by the
imprint of her body, 
I lay there in the silence,
Straining to hear, listening 

In the moonlight, leaf...

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My life is good but so ordinarily boring
I feel the urge to maybe start exploring
I am getting old, my body’s fat storing
Time for bed again to hear hubby’s snoring

I wake up, or maybe I am...

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This story has a Beginning and an End
 First thing! Upon my Bed, I rest!
Everything is at rest!
No doubts No hurt no Pain!
No tears No fears all rest!
Upon my bed,
 I rest thinking of a...

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Mother would tuck into each dresser drawer,
                      a bar of soap, to scent the...

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Little princess you've had a long day,
Running,laughing,keeping boredom at bay,
It's been lots of fun but now you must rest,
You need lots of sleep to look at your best.

So take off your day clothes and put...

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The Highland Princess
Berthed again
Freshwater Loch
Beautiful Highland Glen
 
Tranquil pined hillside
Log cabin picturesque
Captain and his dove
Lovingly blessed
 
As winter sets in
Snow falls so deep
This two in the warmth
In cuddled keep
 
Roaring log fire
Birch logs a sparking
Face...

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The different paths we are on
You have money and I have none
You are a star
Am just a writer
I look for peace
While you’re just a fighter
You’re a red carpet
Am a bare floor   
I ask...

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Let's get up and make a stand
It’s time to appease the First World Man
He’s got his looks and he’s got his books
It’s time to hang the rich from hooks

It’s ragtime for nobility
A dirty call-to-arms
Get back...

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KICKING A RABBIT    ER   I MEAN HABIT


When the temperature outside says you should be hot
Except you’re mother f*****g cold in every spot
When you’re laying in a luxurious four-poster bed
Scoring some...

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Illicit, so you say. Well I’ll have to think on that a while.
Maybe later though, after I smoke this next bowl.

The wife will be home soon and my time is tight;
The neighbor is on her...

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LUXURY TO LAMENT


When the temperature outside says you should be hot
Except you’re mother f*****g cold in every spot
When you’re laying in a luxurious four-poster bed
Scoring some dope is the only thought in your head

When my...

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