Shorthand Poems - Poems about Shorthand

... This gray sky Of May does lie In lackluster color A futile eye With birds too shy To sing, or fly Through April's chill March lingered still Soaking in chains Of rain's domain Why this ......Read the rest...

...His dad was a Commercial Traveller Who went to work in a suit and tie Didn’t have that weathered complexion From daily working under open sky. They lived last house in Mill Row The village schoo......Read the rest...

...What's with this 'X' perplex? It marks the spot to dig for treasure It marks a crossing out A signature for the illiterate A cheeky peck on lips An addendum end to a letter penned Its shorthand......Read the rest...

...Lisa and I were watching one of our favorite series last night, a Japanese manga called “The Way of the Househusband” and I could barely keep my eyes open. I went to bed at a decent hour (11:30) but ......Read the rest...

...It comes wrapped up in clear mylar, like the ones comic people use, insides faded, creased and yellow, big red letters boast of the west, small rips and tears from ancient hands, and the collect......Read the rest...

...Looseleaf thoughts trailed behind me as I moved between moments. Onto the next will little regard for the last. Carelessly discarded attention to detail left a world crafted by outline, but devoid ......Read the rest...

... “Phoenix Dreams in the Realm of Crows” wake up shake up kaleidoscope girl jigsaw see saw fit the pieces she another world away the in-betweeen flows eas......Read the rest...

...Circa February 12th, 2122 ~ 10:30 PM Equals twenty one thirty 22:30 military time future time traveler looks back one century ago, oceanic waterways overladen with green slime, yours truly atte......Read the rest...

...In my family, a convent in Lucerne, Switzerland loomed legend large. It’s name is “La Madone Noire” (the Black Madonna) and according to my mom, it is a “finishing school” where captious girls, who......Read the rest...

...Paternal grandmother's headstone - Beth David, Elmont, Long Island Shaindel (Sadie), variant of Shana Harris died May 13th, 1959 exquisitely chiseled alphanumeric characters legibly engraved se......Read the rest...

... "The Croquis" I draw what is required from the Russian Doll embracing my mind Heart-shaped, a planchette to guide the necrophonic void ......Read the rest...

...No one ever said anything of any importance during those long, lonely years at the dinner table. Awkward ugly silences filled with talk of pars of roughs of lies as metaphor for truth while......Read the rest...

... "Black Cockatoo" I was white as pure snow cotton thread through the eye of God's needle Black he was, not Egyptian, more ancient he ......Read the rest...

...Hopping along in my Guggenheggly mind I laugh my thoughts away, many unkind. Keeping them to myself gives me the giggles. I am fiercely powerful in this land of the wiggles. Curiously but secre......Read the rest...

... Steal away the idol children Work ‘em to death, give them no pay Carry their cries on a plaintive wind Pilfer their graven image mind Then fill it with empty thoughts of cas......Read the rest...