Piper Poems - Poems about Piper

This poem is featured in Dr. Ivan Edwards' upcoming anthology, Resonance of the Soul: Flowers and Harmonics, published by IEME LLC. The book will be available in e-book, softcover, and hardcover formats upon release. Available on YouTube. Healing - A tribute to those who battle mental health The journey to wholeness: Reflections on mending wounds, overcoming...

Continue reading...

Orchestrated they succumb onto her board scene ~ As success thrills the ordained Queen of mean—poet Once upon a time, there was a Queen with a magic flute in her throat Beknownst to all the villagers as the P i e d P i p e r e s s Without losing...

Continue reading...

The earth requires it there. The poets do not like the lyrics. As the tsunami approaches the lands The poem integrates without a solution. As the summit talks upheld information Global warming, tariff continues debating: China not backing down, and we, the poets Surprisingly asking what’s next? A poem like this doesn’t comprehend That earth requires it there, Make it make sense, this Tariff war...

Continue reading...

I just want to live while I am alive, I want you to get me out of this witless dive, I want to drive through my memories, You are not my subservient appetite. I want to read you until you are alive, I want to listen to you until you no longer share your archive, You are nowhere near my quibbles, And...

Continue reading...

When all is said and done, And the piper is paid What a relief it will be The end of this 38 year game that was played To get out of darkness, to find the light A new future begins, happiness in sight But to get to that stage alot must be done To say I'm the victor, the battle i won Many...

Continue reading...

Peter Piper was ever punctilious, like minty nature's painstaking paintings, Or the palsied skies of one pretty evening, in the hour of the sun's fainting. Peter lived upon a small, fertile farm, and was one of five, happy children; The son of loving, hardworking parents, jointly working until dusk, silken. They tended cows, pigs and chickens, and farmed potatoes...

Continue reading...

Threats of blood baths easily roil Cult members whose sentiments boil Devotees tribal Shall get D.T.’s bible Soiled with drizzles of snake oil...

Continue reading...

The soup has a shortage of ads Let’s call for more saying egads! While they interfere With the reason we’re here We'll learn about doodads and fads ...

Continue reading...

At the crossroads The bald old man With his gray stricken beards Caressed his antiquated flute Perching on his cracked dehydrated lips With his spindly fingers As he nonchalantly reeled out his tunes He started with the beautiful tune Of the defiant bed bug mercilessly bearing down on the torso As in a depraved Mamba choke hold On it's gasping victim Next was the...

Continue reading...

If I have rhyme, If i have reason, but where do i say ? All the land screams, "keep it out of our bay" ! Hypocrisy is holy, sermons are hyper, Every land is Hamelin but there is no pied piper. (11.08.2023)...

Continue reading...

Pied Piper in the village square – a man With a wooden flute and a golden plan – Whatever are you doing here? Did the elders panic, call you in To purge the town of salt and sin? Are you here to blow the bugler’s call Enlist us for a noble cause Or show us more of days to come? Perhaps, at last,...

Continue reading...

Behold the Pied Piper has tossed his pipe belatedly in the trash Having led folks down some garden paths he trousered wads of cash Dollars, pounds, euros, rolls of wallpaper - the currency didn’t matter He gathered countless cretins, enchanted by piffle and patter From sound suburban Ruislip to Henley-on-the-Thames This...

Continue reading...

I'm not sure how it all began, When this soothsayer became heroic to some. As he molded a story of greatness, Against what our nation has now become. Those that listened were mesmerized by his fable, As he wove a tale of conspiracy and doubt. Then his minions spread the veil of shadows, To every corner with whispers they could shout. Almost...

Continue reading...

Not pied but a piper of a different sort, Partakers tend to frequent cuff and court. He seldom leads prefers to follow, Decorates flesh while insides hollow. And slowly lets his ways go shady, And lowers bar on choice of lady. Will blame the Mayor and Council Board, As if actions be not of his own accord. Why all’d be in his favor...

Continue reading...

He’s Mr Hyde the pied piper cat He plays a flute and know where it’s at His melody is roaring, exotic and phat. We mice dance to his music, he’s our acrobat! I wanted to warn my cousin slim. I had seen cats before who acted like him. But my cousin was content, and so was I The day I got mesmerized...

Continue reading...