Walter Poems - Poems about Walter

lost in pursuit neither following the innate nor the learned behaviour the obsession of a moment so radical you are possessed by it brilliant until you catch yourself staring into your own eyes swallowed up by the emptiness still on the track of yourself yet past the point of no return this is how you'll be remembered you've cast yourself in iron...

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She stares into the casket open, not what he wanted, but she did, even more now. “Stiffer than he’s ever been.” she snickered, silent, unheard. “O M F G thirty years; look at you in your blazer and that idiotic badge;” she toasted, raising a glass of cola and single malt discovered upon finding the “mislaid” Tantalus key. “I bet you’ll never guess where your model steam engine...

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The US President is everywhere and everything, it seems At least he is, in his Walter Mitty-like dreams Racing to Ground Zero the very next day Just as false as his appointment to the US Naval Academy The great man saw the bridge in Pittsburgh collapse ...

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Walter Cronkite, Waxed erudite. For fifty-six years he reported the news, Trusted and revered for his truthful views....

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After Walter von der Vogelweide's poem to be translated as I sat upon a stone My mind from worldly cares once lost elbow on knee, hand to cheek, legs crossed, i sat upon a seat of stone thankful with thoughts to be alone. and contemplate, now free from strife, whate’er gives meaning to this life. I saw, ...

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Some folks are misguided to sincerely believe That what they hear on the news is fact, indeed, I hope this poem will help you, friend, to relieve That dreadful notion, for the “news” is suspect Of being more commentary than cold, hard fact, I have found journalism, rather recently, bought And, I would think, paid for by vested interests~~ Sad for the...

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Nigeria has a wild Walter! A horse to hold by the halter And drag to a Yoke-Breaking Altar; Priests to hopefully alter What The Devil about him did utter: The Spirit Denizens of their water, From there pounding him in a mortar … Nigeria’s Euphoric Walter Who fully kisses his daughters And only last week a Hotel Porter’s Just to celebrate a peppery otter...

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“Azure blue sky dreamer. Where you bound today of mystifying days? Can you hear me through that enigmatic fog? Your Milky Way incarnate hyper trance phase.” “Fellow wonderland adventurer. I’ve been pole vaulting otherworldly golden orb frontiers. As I bounce on a trampoline imagination rules. In cerebral stuntman recess I zap hazardous fears.” “Did you eavesdrop on the universe? Butterfly glide whirlpool...

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Was he too shallow to swim in deep water?...

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A splendid actor was the late Walter Brennan. There were so many movies and television shows he was in. One of his characters I would particularly enjoy: That was when he played grandpa Amos McCoy. ...

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"But love's a malady without a cure." -"John Dryden" Forbidden Song The jury sits, pallid and grave, well versed in the ways of "society" and "correctness", he appears, drowned in confusion and numb to all else, convicted of the dreary charge of "forbidden" love. No words exchanged, for there is no need, the sentence rings forth, pierces his breast like a dagger, "Your love...

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So Trump checked in to Walter Reed And asked them for a cure for greed They said, "Crystal Meth - Or you could choose death - But Fort Knox is where we keep seed!"...

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THE BIG TRAIN IS A COMING. HE'S STEAMING IN TOWARDS TOWN. ONE THING IS FOR CERTAIN. HE'LL MOW SOME BATTERS DOWN. NOW WE'RE TALKING BASEBALL. WHEN BASEBALL WAS THE GAME. A LEGENDARY PITCHER. WHO RESIDES IN THE HALL OF FAME. HE WAS SAID TO HAVE A FASTBALL THAT HISSED AS IT PASSED BY. ACCORDING TO OLE TY COBB AND I DON'T BELIEVE HE'D LIE. HE STRUCK OUT...

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The World The world we live in, free as it may seem smiles at popularity, crowns fame, mocks solitude and scorns ascetics, worships money and dreams of good things, of good looks, of good clothes, professes humility and pity, while looking up at the suns of our times, rich and famous, who look down in turn at the pitiable crowning them in their golden...

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Twilight's Embrace The myriad curtains of a deep red sky embrace the edges of the promised horizon. Peaceful lips, lost in a soft soliloquy remember the memories of an ending dawn, his life. The deathbed, a fitting place for a fitting end; death beckons, but he is not scared. Like a setting sun, slipping ever slowly flowing into the last crevices of a...

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