Best Idleness Poems

Fluttering beneath the newly cut
Festive green hollies,
Decked out with heaped drapes
Of freshly fallen snow,
A bold little red breasted Robin,
Busily searching,
Cheerfully hops to and fro.

Darting between...

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Benches beckon those that shuffle softly through the ruins of decisions they have made.
Sitting in the silence, in the fog of their regrets and grief,...

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“Blue Angels, Black Sheep, Monitors and The House of Random Penguins” 

The womb
is scooped like 
an over ripe melon
Time is the incorrigible felon,
the forgotten lost...

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"Red Door"

love opens not 
like a red rose,
it caresses you
slowly,
entices you in 
holds you 
hard and fast, 
like a scarlet poppy 
opium sweet 
inviting, promising...

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"Kris Kringle Kisses Kalliope"

A Dream: the 4th Christmas.





deck the halls 
with memories
poets whisper pasts
that are ne’er forgotten

where presents 
a life 
that’s neatly wrapped
and attempts at...

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A disease intrinsic and quiet
infesting a soul which submissively accepts
presenting self inflicting suffering
to the body which covers it.

The record keeper of happiness
loses his work from...

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God is my great help --- He secures my salvation!
His hands uphold me while transforming me in His conversion!!
He guards my soul by His mighty...

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The task begins with awareness, and freedom without it is harmful. So let us not look back in fury or forward in panic, but rather...

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For some people , I am the idleness of desert ,
For others , I am the liveliness of forest .

For some people , I am...

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O to be there again
Little boys dancing for calypso dimes
And the US marines, angelic in white
White rum frolicking in the chapel of their brain
Laughing like...

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Tongues loose, tongues in a hangman’s noose
Wag without care to declare nonsense
As wisdom salvaged from the sluice
Where nonsense whacked common sense 

Lost in a sea...

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Lacovia road
Here once the bambo trees
Dance like native girls
In native half-nakednesss
And farmers trudge a way
Not so long nor forbidding now
Along the banks where lizards lazed
A...

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Your Day Has Arrived

With fire in my belly;
And ice in my veins.
I lift up my voice to say;
We Shall Remain!

Never to surrender;
To another's dismay.
Which is...

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Grandpa breathed his last  when
My father was still in my grandma’s womb
For me it’s a distant dream to recall
What he looked like or what...

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He

is

in fact

a poet -

he really is a

poet - and a real horse trainer.

He has held one-term jobs at various colleges -

but never so far away...

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