"smithereen" poems
Bluto, the world’s strongest man, could tear bread loaf-sized pieces off a steel-belted tractor tire with his bare hands.
But he could not lift a single smithereen of his sensitive Piscean heart when Lily, the luscious, leggy Leo trapeze artist, left him for steely-eyed Arien Karl, the literate and literary lion tamer.
Horoscopic Circus, Act II
She was a Cancer Dragon. Like catnip to the Piscean Tiger, whose feline DNA was his Achilles heel. Especially when she wore heels. And nylons. The end is nylon, he thought. I love you she said. I love you more he affirmed. And firm he soon became. Then being the ringmaster, she opened her mouth and incinerated him -- as only dragons can….
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
I believe in ghosts.
I want to.
I believe in all gods; therefore
None.
I believe in both the survival and
Demise of Mankind.
I believe in the perfection within
Every shard and smithereen.
Existence is
Excellence.
Stop. Stop correcting yourself
To pieces.
You don't need to drop those sizes.
You don't need those wrinkles
Gone.
You don't need that stanza to
Rhyme; to reverberate; to shine
Standing out like
Embraces on a battlefield.
Everything created is an
Infant. Approve of it.
Adore it. Admire it.
Love your child, and
Forgive it. For
All it
Refuses
To be.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 7:31 AM UTC
A Smithereen of Kindness
Can light up a Whole World of Darkness.
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 8:00 AM UTC