Best Begrudgingly Poems

Once upon a time open windows, painted crimson, sealed shut
Words dancing in the bayside breeze blow aimlessly on by
Brilliant nighttime stars, holding a thousand wishes, no longer shine
A mirthless moon begrudgingly sits silently in the solemn sky
Another guardian angel loses her wings and cries

Crickets playing...

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I saw a man stark naked there unexpectedly,
who in his masculine fashion, though not apprehensively,
went gliding (or was he striding?)
down the center of the hall.
He did not glimpse me at all
as my gut called out, What gall!
So brazen, so reckless this peculiar entity
appearing as if...

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I bought him a mate,
     a pretty bird.
He sat there, sullen,
     nary a word.
He wasn't polite,
     he would not share.
So she pushed him off his swing
     and she sat...

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This pill that make me sleep and takes away my dreams. 
It keeps my thoughts and leaves me disesteemed. 
Who doth have these rights, 
To take away my starry nights?

When the morning wakes it is just about certain, 
Hopes are lost as I draw back...

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The eddy pulls hard against my torso
panic rises and surfaces, my vsion starts to zigzag
I swim harder in the strong currents of confusion

How did my life become a battle
My father once seemed to love all his children
Now where is the love?
We have to be the...

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Cuckoo Dancers

Discarded dusty beer bottle lying dormant on the tracks
Commuters await their carriage
Adorned in business like macks
Trees sway in gentle breeze
Capable of more tension,
Performing their shedding of leaves
Far too many to mention.
 
Pigeon jumps on pigeon
Mating season for all to see,
Another squirrel scurries across the tracks,
Across...

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Oh how sweet warmth would gently fade
cast shadows on the games we played.

Dusk's chatter-patter playing hide and seek
under streetlight curfew lamps
unspoken call to home.

Wild laughter of the “last tag” challenge
beneath soft yellow-windowed eyes
days dirt relinquished begrudgingly
precursor of soft goodnight sighs.

Darkness closing in
sleep blanketing life’s moments
eyes...

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It's not personal; it's business,
says the service guy gouging you.
Knowing you'll begrudgingly pay;
they keep squeezing until you're broke.

You cringe inside each time you hear;
it's not personal; it's business.
And your payment barely impacts
the amount owed on their ledger.

With no job, you live off food banks;
and grift...

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The Shoshone bargain their horses like apathetic bankers,
what we all have in common is constant starvation
and near death stumbles, several times this month our pack animals
have slipped and fallen on this treacherous route,
in the Bitterroot Passes there is virtually no game for food
and everyone is...

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Ache—
Let it sink
Deep
 
With quiet and unfathomable rage, every word shown
Black ink, black intent,
Yeah, she was done


The black nail polish on her nails chipping
Stupid, cheap crap…

The color black burned through her soul, 
Giving her slight satisfaction in her furious state of mind
Always angry
Always sad, and...

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How foolish am I?!?
YEARS beyond our sad end.
Multiple relationships past the
Joy of all that we shared and were,
I doubt I even (fleetingly) enter your mind,
Let alone time the cadence of your heart to mine,
Or polish the gold memories in your pocket, as I do.
What an...

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The Marvel of the Peak


There is a disconnect, a denial perhaps,
of the years endured.  A separation of
the mind and body, a landlord/tenant
disagreement regarding the use of the
facilities in question.  The physical plant
functions well enough, and the tenant,
well, he thinks not at all of...

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Begrudgingly I grab my raincoat rolling my eyes back sighing, not again
Now SHE, she jumps up and down acting like she just won the lottery.
Slipping on rubber boots I ask, you really want to walk in this rain?
She stares at me as if saying, move...

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After the storm, my brother
(all gangly knees and elbows)
bore the brunt of its ferocious aftermath.

Every day after school
I watched his wiry biceps bulge a little
as his handsaw scritched against the tree
which had fallen diagonally across our front yard.

I witnessed the violence of metal on wood,
the...

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That damn weekly times (circa 1900), 
Afternoonified with Gigglemugs
sending me off my chump
Editors Half-rats, Not up to dick,
the meater.

Genderfied, I am
A woman of incredible script,
stylograph committed,
deemed a whooperup,
yet her prose is
umble-cum-stumble.

The longing expressed
through the lovers eye
poked-up the meater,
who Batty fanged my dyke
with his footle 

His...

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