Recurrent Poems - Poems about Recurrent

They come to her hungry - hopeful To be fed facile fantasy, a script he held Stowed in boyhood through decades Recessed where sweating shame dwelled Invisible while he achieved accolades Gridiron big man outperform boastful Invited him - initial meeting innocent, ice cream Daddy intrigued by her earnest licking nimble Turquoise tip of nose - How is...

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Recurrent sneezing fit courtesy freshly mowed grass circa June 20th, 2022 prompted me to stutter self addressed rapid fire gesundheit nsync with, spluttering “I don't have any allergies!” An infinitesimal slight speck tickled nostril follicle – activated via an itty bitty, nitty gritty dirt band noah bigger than a mole luck yule set in motion a chain reaction, whence mine...

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we rejoice at His return, but then it happens again-and-again ...

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An infinitesimal slight speck tickled nostril follicle – activated via an itty bitty, nitty gritty dirt band noah bigger than a mole luck yule set in motion a chain reaction, whence mine sensitive proboscis honker (wheeze - hilly little bridged fine tuned pug nose aroma sensor), got unexpectedly in gauged (in holy matt trim mo’...

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This thick mucous essentially the defense mechanism of a healthy body electric to restore biz zee nose as usual, which for this mild mannered liberal leitmotif from the chronicle of one matted nattering nabob of nativity attests congested mob functioning like a well lubricated machine, yet for the life of me, nary a handy dandy...

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Help! I think I’m sinking, Into a dark hole Again. I don’t want to go back, I can't take it anymore. It’s cold and dark and lonely, Please don’t let me go. I want to stay close to the light, I want to live, Not merely exist. Please throw me a lifeline, There’s so much sorrow That I’m drowning in my misery. Help me please! I’m sinking Again....

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My Recurrent Dream, Translation of Paul Verlaine's Sonnet : Mon Rêve Familier I'm often subject to a strange and invasive dream Of an elusive woman whom I love, and who loves me And who at every encounter might not the same be Nor altogether another be, yet forbearing in her love seem. For knowing how my open...

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Like the old songs goes, The sun set upon the shore. Waiting to be sang. Lovers kissing their goodbyes High, nigh finally aligned....

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Inside a harbor inn Where fateful voyages begin An old man waits for me… I enter, recklessly. The barmaid brings the jug And pours him out a frothy mug, And lights a lamp for him To read by, in the dim. The old man wears a mask; I hear him humorously ask “Perhaps you care to look Inside my ledger book?” Instead, I flee that place— For he...

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Accurately predicting disasters, History just fights through museum glasses. The wars gone make place for the new, From sticks and stones to nuclear stew. It seems so silly, so absurd That man has still not learned. Since when are words so powerless That only guns can solve the mess? No matter how high-tech we get We can’t avoid the cruel regret, Of not seeing...

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