Inciting tumult of our own Senseless scrambling, senseless drone Of society set to a frequency By an underhanded licensee Mocking, cackling, fed by fables Imbalanced bounteous and empty tables A widening gap between what they see And what is the reality So busy with their frantic crawl Confusing ignorance for gall Failing to see they’re […]
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My guests are ever-solicited yet they cross me flying over raising hands or running by me, so selective they are, it seems, Nevertheless, my thirsty eyes get quenched up, as my guests are witnessed entering my poor parlor walking on the way of my blood and sweat. They steer the magical rods, make my dry…
Pardon My French I couldn’t decide between French bread and French fries, sipping French roast I made in my French press, preparing to cook either breakfast or lunch for the woman who began the previous evening in a brown French braid before we started French undressing and spent the night French-kissing. If French bread, why…
A thought was captured, rodeoed and lassoed into submission. The thought sat awhile- Later, it was rejected. The post Reject | Mary Bone appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online
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The mystery shark of dirt ranch scuttle the mountain noon. Deep loom of sage trout Irish whisper. The post Tales of the Loch | Susan N. Aassahde appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online
