Best Infirmed Poems

Antares' red glow bears firmly down
upon plush, chartreuse carpet
lying prone against the obsidian expanse,
blanketing sections of a remote 
blue sphere, purling,

spinning helplessly 
through distant time and space;
slave to routine and rotation,
never daring to break free; 
to reach out.

Scorpius sprawls low 
across the Autumn void;
a celestial...

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Oh, if only ...

If only monsters ...
LOOKED like monsters.
If they lurked ONLY in the dark,
Glowing red eyes and chiseled teeth ...
Claws and horns and forked tails,

               What simple fare for our...

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(A true story)

Now i grow older, and beauteous memories turn to weeds,
this blood in my veins turn to water, like a river cold desolute
in the valley bleeds. Yet still on the hill rise i see
"Aunt Mary" Her hair more golden by the day, when my...

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Yes, you're one sexy witch, dear love, but now it's Halloween,
    And I've a witchy tale to share, so keep your broom between ...

Five decades hence I knew the thrills of flesh, and did imbibe,
    Yet there's but one...

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Some bug
Got snug

Got germed
(Infirmed)

I moan
I groan

Poor me
(Agree?)...

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A sudden awakening,
An urgent hand shaking my shoulder,
Through weary eyes I see the valley blackening,
Their steady thunderous march animates river and boulder,
Allowing only a moment's reprieve in the timid morning light,
Somber clouds and solemn faces,
Ashen skies and scarlet fields,
Shattered shields and fractured maces,
Orphaned swords with...

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A knotted Tarzan rope dangles
From the same sycamore tree limb
When I was a young, snot-nosed,
devil-may-care adolescent.
Nothing has really changed that much
Since my time: the same swimming hole,
Probably the same railroad spikes
That I hammered into the trunk
That we used as rungs to scale it.
But it’s a...

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"Know that Christ is always with you,

TO: those who got their first boo-boo
Those who want to win a race
Those who want to pass the driving test
Those who want to pass the final exam
Those who want to graduate from the class/school
Those who want to pass the...

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I dream of magic lines but they  elude me.
Chapbook on acrylic tube  palette, janus-faced cave in 
at the crack of dawn,
crescent moonlight awnings turn to  circus of the  soul, 
images that colour dullard pages leave furrow on my 
hayrick haggard brow....

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THE RIGHT OF THE DISABLES

Do not discriminate me 'cause I am blind,
Do not abuse me because I am deaf and dumb.
Never look down on me 'cause I am cripple
And disabled like the wind of the earth.
Don't say "he hasn't got two coins to rub together"

We...

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Who am I, really?  I want to explore my taproot
I am h-o-m-o sapiens, by gender, one of those males
A protestant of the Christian faith, entirely moot,
A writer of many sermons, stories, poems, and tales
A pastor, a teacher, a writer/author by trade
I am a father,...

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These days, when I look at you
Fear transcends
Your heaviness
Your electric breathing
Your encompassing total body
You, the iron lung
Yes, now these days
Fear strikes out
against the childhood horrors
The endless nights of lone imaginings
The images that a fifties child bears
deep within the mind to get vaccinated.
You’re not alive and
You’re...

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Wish them well
As off they go
In rocking boat's
On this day to be named D
Bound for the pages of History

In landing crafts 
With final draft of pain stained letter's
To Family and friends
Penned in pockets called to defend

As thousand bullets and weary trenches
Lest the righteous not derail
The...

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Make pause upon 'ere dusted trail
as bursting clouds bring welcome rain
lift my face to wash unveil
solitary travel not made in vain

In silence...surroundings I absorb
natural beauty cleaned from storm
certain freshness mingling senses
city noise and crowd now absent

Free for now from selfish pleading
constant those are they misreading
intent...

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I have often wondered where the soul resides beyond
The wavering seas of this life’s unending circumstance,
Where it comes to rest when this infirmed body lies
In everlasting sleep shrouded satins and lace embraced,
To my surprise, most think the soul rests in holy arms
Spread wide to receive...

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