"lusher" poems
Fret Not!
Thou canst but read them all!
Hordes beset the pages now here-in
Contorting mental faculties to new and different bent
Perusal of Poetry in monumental quantities
is known to suddenly suffuse the brain with lusher thoughts, ideas
Behold! A new man doth arise
as a Phoenix from the ashes of despair
Continue on, my friend, to try to drink of all the knowledge here
While Eliot wafts his magic wand creating wonders in the air
But, ya can't read 'em all.............alas
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC
I know not what to say
Or see
As your tardy empathy
Breathes along my sutured neck.
Your lushness of waves hath borne
Golden glimmers of fragrance too sweet
That nerve endings fray.
Smirk so softly into my soul
Your pheromonal whispers
So that dreams may weep syrup,
So may my cheeks dew with sugar.
Lusher are your fallacies
Than your twirled smirks of incandescence;
Lusher are your maladies
Than your smoldered iridescent kisses.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
Paul Bunyan is up and at 'em
with his trusty **** wacker, slicing
through to the other side
of suburban nightmare. Zeus,
in barreling breath, holds low
his mighty leaf blower.
An American hero and Greek god,
hell bent on getting what's
greener on the other side, begin their
Battle of the Lusher Lawn.
Paul's Babe, in her royal blueness,
is star-studded and singing, "Glory Glory"
as she banners the front porch
in red and white stripes. Zeus' sister-bride
Hera, turns a goat on spit, thinking,
"these Americans know nothing about
good barbeque." Later, the two will be
promising recipes over the side fence
of their baba ganoush and ambrosia salad.
The boys will be reminiscing Gallipoli,
slapping each others' backs,
and choking back tears.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 6:15 AM UTC
Verdant and lush cliffs of green,
Tangled ivy and hyacinth,
Living brushstrokes paint a scene,
Bright and peaceful labyrinth,
Sweet scent wafting in the breeze,
Reflected light crowns each swell,
Sapphiric hues swirl the seas,
Cobalt depths where shadows dwell,
Granite peaks with greyscale shroud,
Icy peaks where snowflakes fall,
Silent glaciers cloaked in cloud,
Titans tower over all,
Maple, oak, and evergreen,
Dancing sway with nature song,
Lusher robes than kings have seen,
Vines and willows ever long.
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 10:59 PM UTC
Cool crater cascading down
This waterfall of hopeful infamy.
I wait for the red light to turn green,
Thinking of routine in a seven day order.
First thought. Best thought.
Love from her couldn't be bought.
A train. A lie.
The sun burns and yet was never taught.
An apple in her eye behind light blue spectacles.
She wishes for mediocre praise.
A laugh. A sigh. A sip of wine. Forgotten.
Brooklyn based never granted grace.
And though I tell myself the grass is brighter,
Green, lusher, plusher, holier on the other side,
I know that it is not.
The lies we tell ourselves to keep on living.
Everything eventually stinks.
Everything can burn.
Everything must age.
Everything has its
Beginning
Middle
And
End.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC