Best Barge In Poems

Licia, A Mysterious Mind

A mysterious mind
You often do find
Is cluttered with all kinds of clowns
In your ear they speak 
Quite often with cheek
And tell of your ups and your downs

Driving you mad
By being so bad
But without them, where would you be?
Those voices you hear
Are your...

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Gazing, at its own reflection is the Magpie.
A magic bird, a mystical creature, with a soul
and the power to see things, the power of scrying.
It sees a tomb in ancient Egypt. It sees death.
A soul locked within a glorious bronze mirror,
Cleopatra and her Maid in...

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I like Muslims,
Particularly Yemenis
And Pakistanis (in Yemen)—
With whom, as a university don,
I happened to live for six years. 

Arabic vowels render 
A Yemeni voice gruff.
So even a greeting would   probably
Sound rude to you.

The people are all, like the cat, 
Naturally suspicious, cautious, 
Until...

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Sun’s soulful smile swells boundlessly
while the sky mirrors the clear blue sea.

Seashore blends with the ebbs’ rolling voices
Sifting, swaying to and fro
as beach-goers barge in.

Humid air blows gently around
On white dunes with parasol mounts
Picnics with lots of fun abound
Excursionists are hard to count.

ice cream and...

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Man of death

As dawn broke one day

No knock at the door

Cause he knew his way

He broke in

And a life ceased to be

It was her world

He did barge in

Her soul mate

Painfully met his fate

The hands of death

Pierced her heart

And out took a breath

A bleeding cry went far

Tore her whole...

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I have this inkling feeling each time before i break 
a tightness in my chest, i swallow air 
and each time i want to discard every piece of you i own 
but i forget, forget, forget 

i close it off, i just don’t think about...

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Some work to escape loneliness
Others drink to forget
A few take a more measured route
On a slower journey
Towards a tranquil place
Called sleep.
I myself like to sleep
Anywhere. Anytime.
Is OK by me.
But just when I feel warm 
And comfortable
Sleeping my life away
Nighttime slips away
And grudgingly allows morning 
To...

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There are lots of loud noises in Manhattan, you know
And the chaos will follow wherever you go
It's my toughest of tasks just to hear myself think
And it pushes my mind nearly over the brink.

So I sit with my coffee looking over Times Square
As I watch...

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Never been to a festival before
But agreed to go with AL to Weiser
I had no idea what was in store
The way Al described it, was a teaser

The Weiser Festival is a week long
We stayed in Al’s camper; kept the cost down 
On this kind of...

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What is privacy?
When prostitution is made public 
When lesbians bring their sex in the courts
When Homosexual cannot 
Enter into the Kingdom of God
What is privacy when little 
Babies and teens a raped and sold for sex
When a door at DHS is broken 
To see the...

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Many girls of this generation love to wear a Halloween costume...
something unusual, not looking like a fair godmother, they assume.


Madonna is their idol too, more stylish than Lady Gaga, but much they seem to share...
they should choose the costume that will make them look much...

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Enough of soap opera, 
of Erica and her sexiness; 
let me watch the Yankee game,
let me see their sweat; let me feel
their rivalry and hear their triumph! 
If you girls, don't switch channel,
this dish is coming down soon!
Your brothers and friends
will barge in any minute
with...

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Black plastic bag
discarded on the bridge
writhes like 
an injured animal.
      
A paragraph of
birds in the blue 
of the sky wing by
grammatically correct,
but open ended until
the commander in chief
changes its configuration
with punctuation.
      
A fleet of wild...

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Lifts are lumps and lumps are lives. Libraries are filled with lynx. Who gather to read the polka dot books. In rows. In lines. Catalogued. Wow. Print in a paint is an iconic image. But can one play a trombone in a library? Well an...

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My memories scatter, like dust of the air, 
which once were more numerous than fish in the sea. 
Now withered, they re-tell tales of lost youth. 

At times my memories congeel and fragment, 
so much so, 
that I label myself untrustworthy.

I feel an emptyness that...

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