Long Nicer Poems

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nick Tipton lived a quiet life,
west Kentucky, in rolling hills;
been farming there for ten years,
all according to his own will.

This simple life would’ve have kept on,
‘til one night, age thirty-three,
a nightmare burst into his mind,
so...

Read More

Half a dozen girls, at least, were on my list of ‘maybes’, as I was on the prowl to find a date for junior prom,
When I was coaxed to think about a girl who lived...

Read More

Here's the scoop, friends...like a bunch of my pieces now posted - and coming soon - this is, as indicated, the 1st HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. The 2nd half had to be posted...

Read More

You know what I think sometimes?
said Allah to Buddha,
Of course you do
and yet you don't.

I think I gave this gift of language
because you have a uniquely humanurtured gift
of comprehending
and transposing
and translating languages thru-out each and...

Read More

*** Notice to the residents of Milton Creek ***

Tom serves as mayor. never complaining, so he gets what he requests 
No blood in his steak, apple pie with sweet cream. Aces cooks that meal
to perfection...

Read More

There are a select few people who are essential to my entire well-being
Embarrassed that I haven’t thanked you for the love you gave to me
I must tackle the troubles that double in size, strength and...

Read More

Arni Kleftiko Stolen Lamb


The Cypriots and Greeks have a few differences,
And can argue a great deal,
But both agree when it comes to ‘Kleftiko”
It has forever been, the most delectable 
Traditional Greek meal,
That ever a bandit...

Read More

This piece is a testimonial to the strong and unwavering love many of us tend to bestow upon our pets - been there - done this -


Just the other day, while I was talking with...

Read More

Clarence Goddard, Harvey Bell, Virgil Barnes and I met for coffee every day for close to forty years.
I was a school janitor...Virgil was a farmer...Harvey ran the lumber yard, and... Clarence managed Sears.

We always met...

Read More

About Bill Posters and Bill Greenwell

Words not to use in poems

In 1993, I (Bill Greenwell) went on a three-day workshop with the poet Peter Sansom, who co-edits The North, and runs the Smith/Doorstop imprint. He’s...

Read More

Beyond the wispy, secretive slick and silent faerie wonderland
Forthwith and within, and among the angels, are mindful mountains,
Protecting the delicate,feeling-forth creatures, who slumber amongst the roses.
Roses of colors not experienced on this planet, because these...

Read More

I followed your voice…
I followed your voice…
With a bouquet of stars in hand
I followed your voice
I followed it with all of my heart
You approve of the gift,
I knew you’d understand

I followed His distinct voice…
It sounds...

Read More

So take your rose colored glasses off
And see this battle for the withered tulip it really is
There is no leaving this town,
It's got the best heights to fall from 
And the best milestones to lose...

Read More

Sir, in all my ninety-years – has the Lord forgotten me? – I ain’t
		put foot in church no more times than
fingers on one hand, a fact you pius folk think wicket,
	and my dead wife never...

Read More

Stop Killing My Country

Accused of political banter, 
to speak the words, God Bless, 
and America in the same sentence. 
Bespeaking the fear, 
of being proud, 
just to be born in a land free from tyranny....

Read More

i love you because
you are the only
reason of mine to be
alive every morning
when i wake up
but i have thousands
of reasons to love
you

i love you because
you are the only
color in this black
and white world,
like out of...

Read More

*** How Lady Learned at Last ***

For decades, Lady daydreamed, wanting a full closet,
A packed, complete fashionable style:
Shoes to hats, to crown the French Bob
Of shinny, brunnette tresses above her hazel eyes.

There’d be gauzy blouses...

Read More

      POEM:

		ADVENTURE TO THE UNKNOWN

Going to a place – never been
Packed my bags for a vacation – 
Train leaves at 11:35 AM – get there in 8-1/2 hours.
Hope no catastrophe...

Read More

I was reading Trump's Crippled America the other day...

I'm sorry to interrupt, but why?
Isn't his Unreality Show more than taxing enough already?

Well, more than sufficient, actually,
but I was trying to figure out
what he believes a...

Read More

The Joys of Getting Older.

We may all be getting on a bit
But lets not forget for some more fortunate
 The joy of it

You don’t have to bounce up and down in bed no more
And when...

Read More

another Nigerian spam found poem

the Nigerians keep sending me
and millions of others
delightedly creative spam messages
this is one of the nicer ones
I have received 

Enjoy
but don’t send her any money!!!!!

Good day Child of God,

Calvary Greetings 
in...

Read More

As I write this, I start feeling emotional.
It was something that happened to me that
I will never forget.
  Growing up in the inner city in a part of
NY. It was very tough. You had...

Read More

V.
Reg did nothing but embrace her,
it seemed like the right thing to do,
she said, “Let’s just go back to bed,
it’s much nicer lying with you.”

The next day, while he was dressing
ro hit the ranches for...

Read More

A path can lead or return those who follow. It will show 
you the way back from whence you came.
No need to give it much thought, right?
Perhaps you did not think about the path being...

Read More

Our little Orphan Troll, named Lilly, and was always happy as a lark.
She had a squirrel named FunkunDilly always ready, with fun to embark.
They slept and ate together, and rolled around, playing on the ground.
A...

Read More