Parlay Poems - Poems about Parlay

... Aided by the wind, entities take flight like prismatic colors- talismanning chanced direction "of watering misfit eye", looking for a new place to touchdown and......Read the rest...

...When you are alone, you look at the others and think that one had too much ... time to think and that one … well, you surmise, they are on the brink of some precipitous ... evaluati......Read the rest...

... She is a masterpiece of wild contradiction, fuse blown by a wick, of litmus tongue in your senses- her moods shifting chameleonic shades everything at once in candle wax trick or r......Read the rest...

...The falling leaves serenade and ballet Whilst the harvest moon slowly waves good-bye The sky; a straw-like yellow chardonnay As the "Good morning" sun rises a nigh The frosty glitter on nak......Read the rest...

...Devil's advocate claims Teflon Trump... The demagogue reincarnate feels gifted to reign supreme captivates, glorifies, lauds, renounces, yawps extreme views bellows dogmatic fulminations in......Read the rest...

...The seeds of self-destructive strife Were sown soon after drums and fifes Extolled success from breaking free From Britain's aristocracy. The Constitution's writ accedes Peculiar Institution's......Read the rest...

...To this blank page I summon the Muse, I’ll give you time if you give me fire; Electrify my pen light that fuse; Whisper in my ear let us conspire, where shall we venture to today? To say I d......Read the rest...

...“Son”...”say goodnight to grandpa” Spurred by mother dearest as well as other politesse drummed into her second born fobbing blandishments as incentive tumbled off fingers of prodigal son tr......Read the rest...

...April 5, 2023 – refracted reflections: The following lines haphazardly linkedin slap dash fashion over the course of dazed and confused days, therefore desist reading any profound meaning......Read the rest...

...Steps on mud, a stalking thread, Red strings wind through dying groves Where life needs time, to find footing, Red strings halt hands in greed which hold The axe of ignorance, the axe which bleed......Read the rest...

... "The Sleeper and The Supernaturalist" The Sleeper shone as she walked through the Woods shining alive like nothing natural could caught in the moonlight una......Read the rest...

...When his father-in-law got him into the poultry biz in Rhode Island Joe had not fully contemplated that first day to market when he when he failed to truss and bag the birds properly, a ho......Read the rest...

...Pompous Popinjay Politicians Parlay Parade Practical Pizzaz Potions, Priming Us To Sheep.......Read the rest...

...Laying in my cozy bed, I oft wonder why? why am I here when others not? those that make a simple mistake and perish, yet I am here a friend telling me “you have more lives than cats” no......Read the rest...

..."One can speak poetry just by arranging colours well, just as one can say comforting things in music" ~ Vincent Van Gogh You sing of beauty ......Read the rest...