Long Riparian Poems

Hark and listen well, if those foretoken in the eyes of hungers lust
Trapped in their illusion, trampling the Stars into dust
Forced with the detestation stench by the swamp of absolute disgust
Thou blackest scorpion be accursed,...

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I feel honored, and flattered to acquaint myself (a married youthful looking sexagenarian solitudinarian from southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania), yet feel awkward at jump/kick starting a rapport.

Literate lettered latitudinarian looms larger than life

Presents the following...

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Literate lettered latitudinarian

Presents the following slapdash
higglety-pigglety bupkis, whereby reader
experiences being mentally hogtied
perusing pseudo poetic perambulation
devoid of sense and sensibility
welcoming character assassination
concerning pride of yours truly,
who merely strung together
words sharing "arian"

as their last five letters
for no...

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Professed, nonwarranted kinfolk attest upon the secret florist
Herald stewards, forbear! Striplings, go not to entice the fawn’s forest 
Yonder snowy peaks, betwixt pearls, radiates the pinkest amethyst
Amidst, thy gently sloping curves, hymns of harmony praise...

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One evening an old ailurophile strolled through a forest with her blackest of cats,
To brood on her once goldenrod hair and the callipygous bottom on which she once sat.

Her head hung low upon shrugged cathartic...

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Written: September 08, 2023
Sunsets Poetry Contest                   Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg
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In September golden day, so glorious and...

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 Intensity RIVER AND LAKES—
The lands have a sore throat;
Because of this harsh winter;
Like a trachea a winding way to the mouth;
Also does a river flows it too has water a mouth;
Temperate lows and frigid...

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From neglect comes deviation, electrifying radiation, like a leaf in the shadow,
Drying stanza so bore-some, a bit much candidly said,
In the Sun thinly it is spread,
As it comes to - an End.
Unpropitious almost as a...

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thoughts lick at my consciousness 
distracting me from the warm embrace
of the colour pallet unfolding
I stare with myopic eyes at the kaleidoscope
endeavouring to discern the demarcation 
of the edge of each shade
naming them as though...

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"There's a river meandering through the mind,"
older than the Englishmen who raised a bridge 
over its Constitution, a nude Indian sped away
from a warring Englishman behind 
absconding by canoe to an adjacent isle
but smallpox caught...

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Swimming in the blind; feeling by electricity
Puddin found her without ever eying; the food he was relying
Their connection developed slowly; for neither found the other clutch

They shifted emotional transmissions; with no clutch
Twirling into a whirlpool...

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The River

      The swirling stream in slow eddies flows along, 
      In bright sun flecked ripples the Grey Heron wades.
     ...

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Seen as a collection of spare parts
swimming in close formation
neither fish nor fowl
from a southern hemisphere nation
sewn together as if torn asunder
the amphibian antipodean
from way Down Under
is the odd-looking bottom-feeding
no muss nor fuss
otter-footed beaver-tailed
egg-laying duck-billed...

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