Pronounces Poems - Poems about Pronounces

... Our precocious President pronounces, in patent ad hominem attack, that those deplorable disagreeables are notably Neanderthal. He might be technically correct; nasty Neanderthals existentia......Read the rest...

...“You can have any wish,” the genie said. “Any ONE wish?” the girl asked, a little disappointedly. “One wish,” the genie answered, shrugging. “Oh.. then” she said, thinking it over. “I wish for........Read the rest...

...The jaws sing As the drip, drip, drip, Of the petroleum chorus Dances across The inverted aluminum And the hissing starts And the hissing stays Its smell a warning A final omen Like the last......Read the rest...

...In the last hours of a sunset rendezvous By the sacred ponds of mabweadziva… Sunset peaks out after rain Wonders around, the pond reflects of colors bursting forth anew to fight the fading sp......Read the rest...

...My vocabulary is scooting up like a weed in a as-fault jungle I mean, it's so incredulous how many unhackneyed words I've cognized lately... So I'm going to give me a standing ovula......Read the rest...

...It’s midnight on June 24th. We’re returning from a “Hot Wax” concert - they were wretched. We’re heading back to Paris tomorrow, so we decided to just stop at the (Kube Hotel) lounge for nightcaps. ......Read the rest...

...We’re (my pose is gathered this Saturday morning because I made a pancake and bacon breakfast) listening to a Britney Spears song, off one of Leong’s playlists. “I remember when I was about 8,” I say......Read the rest...

...We were (Leong, Peter, Anna and I) eating at a popular Italian eatery (outdoors) and the check arrived - I swooped across the table and grabbed the check from the waiter. Peter whispers, “You can’t p......Read the rest...

...Please Pogo music, wake me up. The night, now reduced to warm laptop light, is inching toward dawn. I pray to the patron saints of writers - is it Neri or Ávila? Whichever is on call I suppose. “I......Read the rest...

...Recipice Precipice Carolyn Child would be Mortified watching me Cooking with joy and glee Random ingredients Thrown in a pot! Hardly comestible Near-indigestible Never repeatable Undefatig......Read the rest...

...It’s boxing day (the Brit name for the day after Christmas) and Pamela, Lisa’s grandmother is visiting our little pandemic ark. Pamela’s a Cowboys fan so we’re watching them slaughter Washington - be......Read the rest...

...It’s Saturday morning, and even though it’s Thanksgiving break, Lisa and I are in her bedroom, in NYC, studying. “Ok,” Lisa stops, looks up and says, “give me a 5ex symbol.” “I.. I don’t have o......Read the rest...

...Crispy leaves curl from aged to fetal As time pronounces every petal done. A moment in the lasting breath of summer, When beauty flicks from every flower flung. A burst of color paints our eye ......Read the rest...

...A mousy light filters a tracery of sunset, dappled beams succumb to gloaming. Evening stretches moments for the rescue of wreckages, to calm the upheavals of disheveled hours. Dusk s......Read the rest...

...(tales from the viral lock-down) Brice (my brother) is cutting through what smells like a stack of cinnamon french toast. My stomach growls at the aroma like a hunting cat. I ......Read the rest...