Bane Of Poems

I stood in awe as she alighted like a bird upon some branch,
Belisha beacon to the abyss bound  clochard.
Bonfire for uncanny scion  adrift,
 ignited by her
incandescent eyes.
Chanteuse  of Arcadia  on song and sound.
Halo at the crossroads,...Read More

Keep me confined 
In high or low dark chambers,
Scare me,
Scald me,
Torture me if you will,
Rid me of my awareness this cannot be,
My memories will persist,
My desires too
And my struggles,
So long as I live.
This is the bane of being alive,
I cannot...Read More

Too ugly.
Too tall.
Too nice.
Too small.

Too talkative,
Too confident,
Too mockative
Don’t call.

Too broke.
Too negative.
The bane of my life.
Don’t credit them.

Too flawed.
That’s relative
To the human race.
Can’t edit it....Read More

Minus adverse side effects
courtesy Ropinirole HCL
couple nights I did try,
albeit yours truly wanted to die,
plus also yearned tubby
among grrrrrreat full dead, no lie,

yes absent asthenia, fatigue,
and/or malaise oh my
nausea, vomiting, somnolence, dizziness,
and asthenic condition,
I woefully did decry
unconsciously kicking,

thrashing, twitching, wife...Read More

Though out of breath,
she ran through the crowd
Muscles contorting,
showing her determination and strength
"I can't wait to show him off" she thought out a loud
The sisters would be green with envy
I will show them
yes! Gato can get to the acme

The sister's...Read More

Money, money, money, the bane of our existence
First, you see it, then you don't, only exists by persistence
Perhaps a figment
Constantly mimicked
Not really real, too quick to be real, I need assistance




...Read More

My head’s in a swirl
So much on my plate
But I’ll give this a whirl,
To prove I’m so great.

No need to read up
On subjects galore,
Like tea from a cup
I can always drink more.

The world’s not so hard
To figure it out,
I keep...Read More

Replacement is a mark of worth
gauged by those who hear the voice
of a world that seems to care
for dollar’s sake and dogma’s bane

one dictates a bottom line
measured by where profits lie
with the spreadsheet all shall know
who shall come and who...Read More

We had a garden gnome named Griselda
the bane of our small bungalow
she was nasty and mean, at times quite obscene
the worst that you ever could know!

Her garden mate, Gregor, had feared her
but one day he mustered the nerve
with all of...Read More

Come we will an the road is open,
Come we will an the door swings ajar,
The land we glimpsed longing from fens afar,
Shall now be ours to make or mar!

Unto the gate we shall be holpen,
There with ye forever spar.
Perish not,...Read More

       Little piper, little piper ...
   Oh how fast you skip away,
 As the morning tide crawls in to taste the beach -
Briny swishes bring your breakfast
 While you prance to greet...Read More

Introversion 
Just home from an art exhibition 
brought a couple of poetry to read 
but I didn’t stay long left my books 
on a shelf and sneaked out. 
In the old days a glass of red win or 
so helped...Read More

Born shackled with globe sized
yoked millstone around my neck
rivaling the world Atlas shrugged,
or outsize boulder Sisyphus

eternally obliged to toil uphill
steepest mountain side
in concert with
Battlestar Galactica pièce de résistance
ear splitting discordant cacophonous din.

Simultaneously analogous twin tower
of Old Faithful geyser
Googleplex times Mariana...Read More

This erstwhile avid poet stir "boy"
prone to hyperbole in a "man" newer
(manure) of writing about his foie
gras bulls, (which matter of fact
happen tubby Ruby red)

redirects his gripe, how
he no longer doth enjoy
sharing his rhymes without
(poems), resorts to joy
full tongue in...Read More

Hell-and-gone, my dreams are the bane of angels
          Crimped with light, yet ceded to swim in shadows
              ...Read More

Ordinarily, a discriminatory
guardedness factors large what I air
in close confidential quarters
within therapist office bare
ring pocked marked soul
of this feigned cheer
full contemplative, introspective,

and ruminative despair
ring fellow, whose unfettered
stream of consciousness
(oxbow lakes included) doth endear
me, asper when posting private
psychological scars fair
lee calloused...Read More

COLOUR OF MY HEART

My heart’s like the colours of the rainbow,
a spectrum full of every human shade
bathed in the beauty of an ethnic glow
admiring the differences God made.

It sings of sadness deep in midnight blue,
and sorrows with the bane of...Read More

Stirring in the bed,
Three o'clock in the morning,
The Sun still sleeps,
My good-wife lays a-bed--asleep--
But, I must stir.
A feeling, a vibration, an irritation low in my spine
Speaks to my legs, “Move!”
And they obey,
They—fruitless in their movements,
They—churning me not to the supermarket,
They—moving...Read More

Life through the dust 
Hard labor through the concrete jungle 
Manifest by the powerful dictators.
Empty promises, eating there own words. 
Children walk through the dark with knifes.
Hoodlums, youth gangsterism Glares.
Civilization rant, harlotry blooms.
Online brothel, living borrowed time.
Great potential turning to...Read More

Our dear nation, virtuous and seated in an impious sit
Surrounded by constant chaos of defiances 
After all this years of nationhood we are still not
 Sure of our future as a nation

Oh dear our precious Nation 
You are clothed in...Read More

A man with a friend in every direction
A man with his dreams within grasp
A man with an endearing family
Yet still a man who's left empty as he sleeps
His dreams are lacking in joy and happiness
He knows not of what leaves...Read More

IF ever I had a country : XXXV - XXXVI

			                  XXXV

IF ever I had a country
And if ever by any stretch of the...Read More

It's so enthralling to be falling again
When love is the bane of my existence it fills me with pain
Romance is the rapture of the heart
To capture all that might one day bring us apart
There are so many nuances to love
I...Read More

In mournful shrouded clouds my darkest mood does dress
in desolated winter drear no spring can bless.
Your death did steal my breath and heartbeat like a thief,
I’m nothing but a dying tree without a leaf;
barren branches bland reaching skyward in drab...Read More

Sonny sat on the floor 
in a low lit corner of the bedroom
he hugged his trumpet
as a young man they had had great times   
he reminisced of his love for his horn 

He was unable to play it...Read More