Once More Poems - Poems about Once More

... On stage he struts in sequined costume, a plume of feathers cocked high on head A thespian poet of no account is ranting though his troupe boasts of his skill and talent But the loo......Read the rest...

... Jack of All Trades Miracle Man 5/3/2024 I once hired a man who never followed directions, which required on my part, frequent inspections, Though an old hand, He didn’t understand, ......Read the rest...

...It is early morning, and it is quiet, too quiet. The rambunctious bird won't even utter a chirp. Once resoundingly loud, her voice like a siren, Now you're lucky to find her softly humming at all.......Read the rest...

...ODE TO ELEPHANT Elephant Elephant enveloping essence of Earth ! I hear an elevated trumpet far in elixired fair forests my ears etheric ornaments in your elopin......Read the rest...

...A little child once hopped round a hoop. The child tried it once and it felt like the best thing. The child went back everyday hopping around the hoop with smiles and no care in the world. Everyth......Read the rest...

...An early breath of air fresh by the cusp of a rising sun up in the sky a gold coin shines bright, tinged in ruby red All of life is good when it is understood by the pilgrim who loves the pul......Read the rest...

...In the quiet of the night, under the pale moon's light, A heart whispers softly, burdened with its plight. The echoes of laughter, now silent in the halls, Memories like specters, on the mind's wa......Read the rest...

... Sometimes it's good to give yourself up in an heartfelt yell - to find a place out of earshot of others, a beach will do, or better, a shoreline with rocks and crashing waves, or out bush ......Read the rest...

... deeper, deeper plunge in darkening woods branches fallen cross your way as you fall where once you stood sunlight gone sounds unnerve skin crawling while fa......Read the rest...

...Marvelling in the pink afternoon, pretending to crochet a drawstring. I’ve done it before, at least once before, followed the pattern. Closed the purse. I can’t nearly begin to learn that not all......Read the rest...

...I like leftovers, especially when it comes to soup. Brought back by popular demand. They say that soup is better after it sits for a few days. Stewing in its juices, mixing time with truths. ......Read the rest...

...These days, actors and singers serve my catapult mayhem, sometimes they are catalyst too! I sing in between their lines of songs their churned up recorded whims, hums, and candid cataracts! And......Read the rest...

...~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ once again speechless after thousands of sunsets you give me wonders ......Read the rest...

...I like my soup hot, fresh, cold but bone broth is the basis for what makes soup, soup. Not stones. Stones have no nutritional value. Throw me a bone and I’ll put in my soup. All alone. By itself,......Read the rest...

...History awaits for it's train to the past. The future awaits for it's train to the present. History blows a kiss of comforting memories. You linger on to History, Yet History is quick to board hi......Read the rest...