Best Homing Poems

Homing in on Stuben Roo..

Stuben Roo, the man who knew,
That spinned the tales of Abennew,
The place that dawned before the night,
The place that spawned the Abbenite,
Colors, sounds and happenstance,
Led Stuben Roo, this place by chance,
Will he belong forevermore?
Take out the key and lock the door?
Or...

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As a child
I liked how its life
fitted so well within
my clasped hands,
the feel
of its smooth head,
the silky
one way fall
of feathers down
to a turquoise collar,
its tight form
loaded like
a coiled spring
beneath all that softness,
gathered ready to launch
and lift with wings,
letting it go
and most of all,
its coming back....

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trimmed all my long hair
the hair i always dreamed about and wasn't there
somethings are never measured by the means of the brain
shoulders at ease while you're becoming insanely sane
everything in discipline like a track less train
round and round till you get to dizzy for direction
have...

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Which is it, a pigeon or dove?
We hate one; the other, we love.
Your clean car, that blob?
'Twas likely a squab,
opined likewise of you, thereof.

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H/T to Gershon Wolf's Justice for All...

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Sorry to leave, but
Glad to be back
Travel gene's something
My DNA lacks...

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Like each drop of your humbleness 
engulfing my urbanite woes;
the graffiti emerges in tender grace
to resurrect a windmill.

My spirit, the abode of small birds
carrying the sunset on its back
was returning home for the final-
sleep in the lap of twilight.

When autumn comes and crippled,
brown leaves start...

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The day not spent in logic, soar esteem
gives bending of the way by fools that preen
for entity, while wholeness in thee mean,
no fullness rectifies its closest ream.

And virtue seeking less, does search its gleen
from yesterday, the taunt's continuing scene
does loosen not but goads to its...

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(“Honeybee on Apple Blossom”, 2020, original pen and ink)

Homing Bees

Up before dawn
To bring home the bees,
Last evening’s swarm 
So full and feisty,
And nestled in
Their new hive
They seem contented
Distracted and without concern
That in the end 
They have only 
Travelled a few feet 
From their old home.

(7/3/25)...

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