Childhood April Poems

On being emotionally bankrupt

Sentient beings distraught
psyche rent asunder
courtesy false accusations
heated words exchanged like gunfire
pox upon the house of Deborah Hunter,
a vicious vindictive 
girlish looking septuagenarian...

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      Pressed on perforated lines by a lonely playmate 
    ...

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Self help addict needles unsuspecting reader 

Expounded late today April 27th, 2023
since being written
countless years ago
maybe a baker's dozen
as thee doodling cock doth crow 
scouting...

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Thru a paroxysm of tears...

I inconsolably wept a river of sorrow
starkly aware alienated daughter(s)
implacable woe sundered fatherhood
yesterday, today and tomorrow.

A series of unfortunate events
(move over...

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On the gilded edge of evening, birds sing a song nearly long forgotten, and I am brought back to the very There and Then that...

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As the last sweeping rays of sunlight stream in through the shadowing pines, the sparkles of golden gravel path make the great sky highway up...

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April filled with love
Pretty blue skies with big clouds
Rain will bring a bath
Iris and flowers will grow
Lovely gardens springing up...

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The Showers fall gently
giving all plants a drink
it is watering time
pretty flowers in pink
wow back ground of key lime  



The Showers fall gently
are they...

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I.

When he was born, within the early spring,
It was the year Nineteen Seventy-Five.
All hearts were warmed with the joy he would bring,
Knowing as he grew...

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A Poem for the Grey Shrike written on Earth Day 2016

At sunrise while asleep
I was called by a bird tweet
Like a childhood song
So sharp so...

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LONELY AS A CLOUD IN  APRIL


I knew Great Aunt Lucy’s April outing to celebrate
My failed exams  would be  a  series of...

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April is a wonderful spring month                   ...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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You've called the Preacher and set the date,
and someone's baking a wedding cake. 
Together you went shopping for the ring,
     ...

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Still Daylight
In the Dark

The days are gathering…
dust, 
and so am I. 
Not intentionally, 
but metaphorically. 

I longed to have more time. 
I dreamed I could...

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