Places Poems

Living things are Dying thieves

When my legs turn cold
Sing only old songs all day

When my eyes deny sight
Hold my right hand and walk with me all night

Take me to places I have less memories with
Take me to places where breathing...Read More

the rock always there
hillside view of creek below
childhood place to dream.
...Read More

Nothing shall save you from the flames. Sizzling, you’ll flee to and fro,
Remorseful of your former greed which bought you that rue and woe.
Your faiths and sciences, arts, or crafts shall not avail. You’ll excrete
All your past joys. Alas, too...Read More

I’ve been a man
Trading on stolen time
Stepping on love
Yet look for it in my torn pockets,
Rugged mind, broken heart
Somehow blind, but oblivious
Full of pride, but afraid
Full of strength, but so weak

I’ve walked on rivers, and lakes
Deep valleys where darkness reigned
High...Read More

I know you are a champion
You have conquered fields and won crowns
You have been carried up by crowds
Walked on deserts,
Touched your tongue on burning coal
And eaten hot pepper, bare
Been happy and you’ve frowned
Been lost and found
You have flown above clear...Read More

I witness I see On my pillow
Surround sound guarded by the universe
A picture prompt of
Skies gray in places black
Other areas white
Shadows
All around
I stare as is grasp
Caressed
Deep inside of myself/themselves
I envision across my bed room
Lights turned OFF
what of the figures
Those miss-figures
Silver...Read More

2 POUNDS(OR 1 CUP AND 1/2 CUP) OF ITALIAN SAUSAGE MEAT BROWNED AND DRAINED.......


4 CUPS OF JASMINE RICE ) BROWNED(
2 TABLESPOONS OF GARLIC POWDER
1 TABLESPOON OF CAYENNE PEPPER
1/2 CUP OF DICED SAUTEED GREEN PEPPERS
1/2 CUP ONIONS DICED AND SAUTEED
1 TEASPOONS...Read More

A virile young lass and her beau
Sought to share their true love in a show
They covered their faces, and hid all the places
Where cameras would film status quo

Copyright ©2020 Donald E Abbott
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Love needs at least sixty-five thousand words 
Because her feelings go into so many directions
Ending up sometimes in the wrong places,
Turning into another feeling entirely
Jealousy is not love
Control? Certainly not

Love needs to be released from her cave.
She needs to be...Read More

Dear stranger it's odd to call you that but you are one to me at least. See I don't remember you very well.  Only heard stories about you the last twenty-four years now.  Most of the stories make...Read More

 Musing 

I dream of places water-free,
Tis home, truly, whence I abide,
Shoreline water laps, constantly,
Steadfast frolics, no compromise,
Those like me and those diversely,
Drift alive, nay thoughts suicide,
Yon glass bowl fades my memory.

 2020 February 24

Howmanysyllables;
7 lines x 8 syllables per...Read More

~   Lord Is Coming   ~
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 Lord   Is   coming
 L
 Coming    again
 O
 Again  to  Earth
 R
 Earth  with  Angels
...Read More

I would be taught many things, what love brings,
but difficult to fly  without a pair of wings,
I was instructed in compassion and forgiveness,
to cherish, value, adore and gently caress.

They said that I would go to the stars and other...Read More

misty-gray season jars
foul flowery wallpaper  sandy blinds
and a collection 
of ashy brass  and silver

expect to be thankful  
to still have much of the figure  you've had 
since you first believed  you could love 
every season...Read More

What would you give to see him alive one more day?
Would you be willing to empty your savings account?
Would you be able to sacrifice your morals?
Would you compromise your values?
Would you be willing to lie?
Would you cheat?
Would you be
Willing to
Trade
Places?
For
Just
One
More
Day
?

...Read More

Get Out
See the World
The Beats Traveled
They didn't stay
locked up
in their
apartments or rooms.
They were 
out there
encountering the World,
living life,
going places,
experiencing things,
getting a grasp
of reality
which they 
would then transform
into poems,
beautiful
works of Art
for all
to wonder at
and enjoy....Read More

Oh, nematodes, in your abodes,
From soil to sand to sea,
You live with others, loads and loads,
Most scientists agree.

Your worm-like shapes allow escapes 
In places cold or tropic
Though some of you avoid most scrapes 
Because you’re microscopic.

This little ode I have...Read More

I loved a girl here and nobody will ever know
You climbed that tree 
to get a better view
I didn't have to 
I was looking at EVERYTHING I wanted to see

I loved a girl here in this field of green
Naked on...Read More

Sitting quietly on the lunchtime break
	in the room now empty of all
when quietly she does walk in
	and seeing her youth the memories begin

on the stage as auditions began
	as each of us tried out for one of the roles
and she was...Read More

Oh, you are so funny they said.
Meaning it in every terrific way.
But I did not mean to be.
I was just myself, and became a novelty for a while.

Then I became common, and they lost interest in me
Finding a new comic,...Read More

Dear fellow poets,
from all around the globe.
I'm here to bring you greetings,
and welcome you into the fold.

Some of you have just started writing,
and others have been writing for years.
May all of your days be beautiful,
and free from wasted tears.

We write...Read More

Anacondas crush to pieces
Bisons sport long shaggy hair
Cheetahs are the fastest species
Dolphins leap into the air
Elephants have large incisors
Fennec foxes, ears like Spock
Great white sharks unnerve the divers
Hyenas are laughing stock
Indris is a type of monkey
Jaguars are fast and strong
Kangaroos...Read More

August. Mid-morning. The small bayside village 
is hardly out of bed.
 
From the bridge, I gaze down: Mallard ducks 
frolick in the shallow rushing stream; webbed
russet feet like tiny oars paddle their bouyant bodies.

The stream quickly widens out, leading 
into...Read More

Music is a form of liquid art that, when you close your eyes,
will paint a picture in your mind with a paint that never dries.

And being that it’s liquid…music has one solitary goal
to paint all the crevices of your heart...Read More

What Good Are Our Tears?
by Michael R. Burch

What good are our tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is our concern
to a child sick of living, waiting to perish?

What good, the warm benevolence of tears
without action?
What help, the...Read More