Pars Poems - Poems about Pars

...My love when you leave When you walk away It's my moon vanishing It's my sun disappearing I do not eat And your delicious food sleeps under the covers I drink hard at night, very late Like a b......Read the rest...

...I swallowed Your decision I’m leaving The mansion I accepted The defeat And I acquitted All debts I loved you too much, darling Oh! You forgot everything. The surprises Of life Are not ......Read the rest...

...Joy in the hazy moon and sunny afternoon.   Joy in all seasons’ birth bursting forth from the earth.   Joy in the dazzling sun before day’s work is done.   Joy in the argent stars, besting ......Read the rest...

...This World is all you Had wished for: Lots of Money, Lots of Friends, honey, You should know, never give in, Not until the very end.......Read the rest...

...No one ever said anything of any importance during those long, lonely years at the dinner table. Awkward ugly silences filled with talk of pars of roughs of lies as metaphor for truth while......Read the rest...

...Far from having a nascent thought that envelops my rabid self, Like inside of an accurate Swiss watch that had been given - A present to presidents and diplomats from the 70’s era, Memories in the......Read the rest...

...Jars of shards laid across the greenest Of yards filled with holes meant for pars.......Read the rest...

...Small gauge large sound could be trivia profound Stations and shunters red lights for the punters Small member large auto mobile cars pars pro toto In silly banter we trust French letter......Read the rest...

...« Porto-Vecchio », song by Julien Doré (Note : If there’s a melody that can slither/sail past the ear-drums imperceptibly and settle permanently in the hypothalamus, this’s it. The sustained te......Read the rest...

...Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 8 The pain that M’m’selle inflicts on her toes Twists itches in bums and bosoms of hope Each in his own way straps on strappados Mascaraed ser......Read the rest...

...When playing desert golf I parch easy Which then means I don’t get pars easy So when I am done I hide from the sun And play eighteen whole games of Parcheesi......Read the rest...

...Villanelle: Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel Which mortal mammal’s primal address the rapists desecra......Read the rest...

...COPLA DIECISEIS: This Bad Guy World Takes nothing to produce a life Much less to make it cry or die: Life’s far too cheap. What matters is brain’s after life: Thoughts and ideas never die. Brains m......Read the rest...

...Flailin’, flailin’, flailin’; There goes my ball sailin’ Into a trap, the water or the woods. Flailin’, flailin’, flailin’; You can hear me wailin’, “Why won’t that damn ball go where it should? D......Read the rest...

...Together at all odds dysfunctional applause confirms its trained reality to battle as in reckless scowl the matter bearing flaws! Think not appraisingly some truth the real well spring, Ah so ~ it's......Read the rest...