Absent Poems

Infinite pitch black void zooms,
I vacillate to pitch headlong (head over heels)
where freedom looms
large (think) cosmic size grand canyon grooms
espouses, and cloisters unbridled wedded bliss
structured sound of silence booms.

Dawdling against inevitable fate
temporarily holds in check (mate)
eternal salvation woebegone
grievance to ameliorate
repurposed...Read More

I have walked on the narrow path searching
I have walked on the narrow path singing
I have walked on the narrow path sarching for the truth
 that will unite me and you.A truth that is not known
A truth that is absent...Read More

When you died
My heartache reached my bones.
You seemed an old soul, but ageless.
Your death caught me by surprise.

Your deep, long, full voice
never to sweep through a room.
Never to fillet my soul
or plunge cold reality into my heart.

The lingering lines of...Read More

Your Morning Cup of Chocolate...
A poem from the poet Kabir, I call "being nothing, is something."
What is space, but the absence of something, yet in this vacuum we exist?
Certainly, Christ, Jehovah, and Allah can be present there too.
Martin
3/19/2020
- - -...Read More

Hugh
A gentle soul, a humble son, shed softly in the garden
Seduced by man, led to betray, a life to pray for pardon. 
Tones which spoke, with perfect tune, would pierce his tender marrow
To release joy, or conjure pain, and make...Read More

Just in case you wondered...

Yours truly, (i.e. I) quickly
became hypnagogic afore
subsequently segueing soundly
into autohypnosis booklore,
while binge reading courtesy

regarding aptitude chore
treasure trove books galore
five dollars as many
paginated fictitious stories ('bout deplore
hubble basket cases) fit into authorized bag
infernal challenge sifting evermore

alum skid...Read More

A Tale Of Two Dogs
Written: by Miracle Man
3/11/2020

I've heard said that “you can't teach, an old dog new tricks”,
once becoming mature and your days have grown full.
When you remember pup days and you’re fetching sticks,
and locked into the time when...Read More

Engulfed with parents’ unconditional love
My soul remains blissful with the blessings of the Father above.

Having been pampered with Dad and Mom’s generous care
My heart is constantly warmed by the kindness they did freely share.

Thus, with the legend of undying beloved...Read More

My Final Echo

I am letting go, I am giving up on you, us, the future…
I hope you won’t feel like I’m depriving you the chance to voice out your opinions 
I trust and have faith in the knowledge that you...Read More

Mine fervent aspiring political activism...

Gunning gusto, (while rosy axles grind)
for Bernie Sanders dagnabbit
nipped in figurative bud triggered zilch
prospects to germinate, 

cultivate, and amalgamate
late blooming spore port as 
schlocky, reedy, quirky, political neophyte,
whose aura, charisma, dogma
enigma, persona... absent gregarious masculinity.

Scant hours...Read More

Mine fervent aspiring political activism...

Gunning gusto, (while rosy axles grind)
for Bernie Sanders dagnabbit
nipped in figurative bud triggered zilch
prospects to germinate, 

cultivate, and amalgamate
late blooming spore port as 
schlocky, reedy, quirky, political neophyte,
whose aura, charisma, dogma
enigma, persona... absent gregarious masculinity.

Scant hours...Read More

So many children, so much loss.
Many tears shed, from many a different cause.
Maybe Mom died of cancer, or a dad with no answer.
A drug deal gone wrong, broken homes and broken bones.

Forgotten and neglected, maybe caused by a bottle.
It could...Read More

~~A Unique Wedding Ring~~

BRIDES have wedding rings so lovely,
in all colors, some with precious stones,
But you may not have mine, it's too
unique!

BRIDES really are their husband's sunshine,
in dresses traditional or new.
But I was married wearing a raincoat,
Love makes the vows,...Read More

“We have no milk,”
you speak quietly
in a tone reminiscent 
of another’s observation
that wine had run out
at a wedding feast.
Miraculous transformation
of wine or milk
from pitchers of water
seemingly absent from
the church job description
of educator and
director of parish music,
a deficit, in proportion
to the...Read More

"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."
                           ...Read More

An archbishop was seen by me only on TV or at the movies.
Rather an uncouth character played the part of an archbishop
Critical outlook on a respectable title but that is Hollywood for you
Hierarchy would place individuals of this caliber to...Read More

"The Unicorn and The Sticky Asphalt Jungle"



Bedtime stories
now walk through fog
The Unicorn skips 
on lines of sticky Asphalt

The father writes his play
The mother seen as absent
becomes deus ex machina
she will be the only one 

to save the day

Along The Road
Bushfires...Read More

Ben Sana Mecburum: “You are indispensable”
by Attila Ilhan
translation by Nurgul Yayman and Michael R. Burch

You are indispensable; how can you not know
that you’re like nails riveting my brain?
I see your eyes as ever-expanding dimensions.
You are indispensable; how can you not...Read More

stay...
if only for a minute 
            dream- 
our fate shall prevail

like dew drops encompassing a rose, 
i covered you in the comfort of morn'-
fascinated by your ethereal compassion,
never needing…...Read More

Another-sick night
This love is all bad
If only it were mine
If only I were glad

How many times I had meetings
How many times I had love
If only they were certain
If only they were love

Whenever one was present
Whenever one meant now
Whenever one was...Read More

Grief grips me grim with her handcuffs invisible,
Chief Cop she may be as she stuffs me in her remand,
Brief barely is her self-proclaimed band of friendship,
Relief absent I am stranded, I can’t anymore stand.

Fired up to free from her shackles...Read More

if there was no poetry, my dear,
even kisses and hugs would be confined.
your lips without color,
your cheeks with no pinch,
the cold crass wind that teases on the ship
would cease to exist.
seasickness an existence without words,
the dash on the rocks
would curtly...Read More

Cityscape

The artist’s hand reshapes yesterday
    In straight lines
    Of hard edges -
Peaks of 
    Right angles perfected
    Missing oblique or obtuse –
Claiming the horizon
    In...Read More

no one listens to me when I talk
so I write poems and sing songs
I "want attention" when I talk
hear it, read it, I'm long gone
never around people that talk
busy avoiding their attention
when not present people talk
absent yet centre of attention
I...Read More

Stand still, 
LOOK. 
Flavours of blue mingle with peach puffs of cloud. 
These clouds ripple and melt across the sky in frothy waves. 
A crescent moon says good night to the milky way. 
Trees stand still, asleep in the absent...Read More