Best Ostensibly Poems

I start my afternoon hike up a mountain trail.
October’s sunlight, the vestige of Indian Summer,
dapples my exposed skin with welcomed warmth.
Sun’s rays are gilded tendrils...

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A grey frame house and backyard swing
call out to me
from somewhere buried deep in time -
a memory.

A river front and 60’s band
are beckoning -
symbols of...

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A sigh escapes still, immune to overt silence, unabashed...justified
Another teardrop enters the infinite pool of resilience, uplifting...reinforcing
   Another hand empathizes--
   ...

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Lovely blossoms of bougainvillea
Under a moonlight serenade 
Ostensibly I contemplate the root
Of the affinity drawing me to you
Abiding fighter and bounteous lover
Rendering your essence freely
For...

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Aimlessly walking across the wasteland 
of your mind,
you pick through the emotional trash 
with random intensity
	Crushed bottles of plastic thoughts;
half drank, half spilled on dozens...

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‘Turn swords into ploughshares and nightmares to dreams’
		
                I have...

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My mind cannot erase the memory of Emmett Till
I often dream about his badly-mutilated body –
The fourteen-year-old Black lad mercilessly beaten
To death … for ostensibly...

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Onto peaks the setting sun has splashed its brilliant red.
Clouds cavort in the twilight's cerise as geese soar overhead.
Trees along the mountains’ ridges, trembling in...

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Standing high atop a canyon
wall, a  rising, thermal current
warmed my weathered face with gentle,
smoothest, invisible fingers.
Overhead a lone eagle glides
effortlessly, circling, dipping
downward, ostensibly playing.
His...

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SHE DRIVES ME UP THE WALL

She drives me up the wall like a slave-driver
O yes, she does ! but even though she may wield 
the...

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I wrote a sad but true urban legend called “Dillen and the DMV” last week.
Here follows an update.

Background Review:

One of my health care employees, Dillen,...

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A four piece string ensemble competes
with fluted crystal glasses harmonizing
to the tinkling of fine silverware
underpinned by the purring whispers 
of well-to-do's and their hobnobbery.

Buttery lobster...

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I am a very odd demon…
The name is Calm.
My demon name is translated “Calamity”, 
Though I, defiance in my streak, 
Shortened it fittingly to “Calm”,...

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Nothing to hide*, Translation of a poem: “A coeur ouvert” by (René) Etiemble

		For Jeannine

(Later in life, Etiemble suppressed his first name, ostensibly on account of...

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Denied 





With early sunset, the heart descends,
veils of dusk and inconstant eyes,
Set to return home, but one last flight,
as darkness tears and stains vibrant vibes,
My...

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