Long Round off Poems

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 not to retract, 
but after so many tears 
I have...

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WORDS. They are my silent friends. I love them. Really love them. Always have. Always will.

I slumber on at night in fitful sleep. Then they come for me, wondrous and insistent, and torture me relentlessly....

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PLEASURES OF MAN’S FOLLY

What can we say of man’s wisdom?
But to know it seeks freedom
From the distance of heavens kingdom
The thoughts of which we should feast on
Pleasures of man’s folly

What necessity is invention?
Than to rip...

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Have pity on the Scott’s ruled 
By the Brexit voting sassenach
Who don’t seem to understand 
We too want out country back.
Arbroath Smokies for breakfast
Porridge  seasoned with salt
Kedgeree, Haggis, neaps and tastes
With wee drams of...

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Carry my heart in your arms through the mist between worlds,
To the place where dreams germinate and reality sheds its garments.
In a sanctuary of love, a corner of eternal spring and honeyed nights,
A couch of...

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This letter arrived this morning..
"Dear Sir, it is with great honour to inform you
That with the perspicuity of realistic narrative art 
And the diversity and universality of myth 
Your work illuminates the human condition in...

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Mother,   
I am your mirror of silvery look  
Your reflection speaks of me,
Though you grow old as winter
I grow as the kindling spring.
If I grow as a flower
So bright in your garden
you...

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On Christmas Day the meal sings,
The music lies wide open to call,
Sparks fly out from the fire place,
And Santa is here, present for all.

Too much is not enough or false,
The binge effaces the nativity,
Combine bacon...

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You know, there is no fatigue yet, 
At least the whiskey was silvered. 
Lo and behold, the age is just a shock, 
And it turned my head terribly. 

I'm not tired, not at all! 
Where...

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Can't wait to see the rain of sunshine on my skin, 
Dripping heat and prosperity against my fleshy limb 

Words are like numbers, add them up until they make sense
Realize algebraic conversation often will make...

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So azure the early September's sky,
mirrors outshined, away sapphires shy.

Up to thin air melts dog days' trace,
down to soil sinks continual cicadas' squeal.
randomly dozens of dragonflies dart apace;
Snug and slothful, bask teams of pond teal.

Lotuses...

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A Special Thank You To Irma Linda, aka Poet Destroyer or PD,
for her odd numbered donation to Samara's Medical Fund recently.
PD, my lovely, Are You Freaking Kidding Me?
You donated that odd number just to drive...

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