Poems from JPGeo
Were I to write a starry, Starry Night
Or a perfect Degas ballerina set to rhyme
If poetry from me flowed like Monet’s water lilies glowed...
Remembering Waco
It glowed sinister into the night,
A fireball the devil hath wrought.
Compound consumed, scores of souls doomed
An end...
Down through the ages there grew
On Europe’s meadows and fallow rows
Of corn, wheat and barley too
A wildling flower with perfect petals...
The Boy Who Took Off
Joe was a butcher with blood on his hands
Mary, his wife was a baker
Together they owned a grocery store
On the...
Pondering Caterpillars
Not ordinary small, fuzzy green ones
But big tigers with eyes all over
Monstrous eaters of my parsley
Do you know...