Best Slowness Poems

Great sun, your day is drawing to a marvelous close.
The horizon seems ablaze as you slowly spill into the turning of night.
Tomorrow we shall see your return,
as you stir sleepy eyes and herald the dawn.
Your arrival brings forth the songbird's call.
Though for now, your departure...

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With the incoming sounds of spring, a resurrection of life,  
the chilliness flees. Quote _ by Poet 



Ready for a new season, Spring birds
Shake off winter; embracing 
The bonniest warmness weather,
Babies born, and color of nature's crowns.

Scarlet Tanagers chatter, flying round,
Feasting on caterpillar’s slowness...

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The personal is boring
as are my ruminations on the war.
What I need to do I can't try: 
wander without shelter in the backcountry.
Or go deeper into the polity, 
join a committee or a party.

Minute by minute and season to season
I like my life but what...

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The Dawn


The Dawn, with enormous slowness, penetrates
Chasing darkness back behind his gates
Where, displaced, he will a while reside
Forced to retreat before the crimson tide
That creeps across the land until she frees
All from the night, she moves by sure degrees

The orange glimmer runs to thinnest blue
And...

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"Peace in the Nowhere"

Ghosts remain in this place
they read their words 
marked each day on walls
like prayers, it gives them
peace in the nowhere

someplace relevant to go

Ghosts commune in this place
disowned long ago or walked
off the edge home, they scry
in pooled reflections drinking in
lost intelligence through...

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I went to my high school reunion:
I wasn't sure what to expect.
Would those we once held so high
Retain our aged respect?

High school cliques had disappeared;
our hearts at last included all.
We understood, as our days grew short,
our differences must grow small.

The grey in our hair and...

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“I can't get no satisfaction, I can't get no girl reaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try“

    (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction by The Rolling Stones

NO SATISFACTION

Relinquishing clothes, unrestrained except for those
blankets that keep us, until our...

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We all need sun, O white pulp
Pineapple and soft light, mango
Me first, then the policeman, then Solène,
We need a long Brazilian nap,
in Bahia or on the fine sand of Copacabana.

The tanned skins are full of secrets,
Vitamins, pulp and sunsets 
The tanned skins know our defects,
The...

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Lord, hear my prayer,
Get me rid of my diabetes,
listen to the little birds,
Who sing when the street lamps light up,
listen to the tram driver,
which carries so many people incapable of loving,
hear my prayer, Lord,
listen to the high school girls who make up
Before solving equations,
Get rid...

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Disability, Illness and Fundamentalism

My brother died of Cystic Fibrosis, 
When I was twelve and he fourteen, 
It took away his ambitions, 
To study at Oxford - the pipe organ’s steam. 

I understand being born with a genetic disorder, 
Because I have Cerebral Palsy and sometimes...

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hell fire desires running wild
like a passion driven hot rod with burning tires

scorching licks of frenzied lust
whip raw touches that spontaneously self combust
pressurized slowness yielding euphoric smoke with every thrust

finger flicking flickery teasing and pleasing pink pleasures
peeping erotic natures in search of lost wet treasures

hardy...

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They always made me happy, 
The camels of the wise men, 
The slowness of their footsteps, 
Their self-sufficient ben. 

Camels meant there was time, 
For the three wise men to think, 
To ponder upon their task, 
To review their role as a link. 

They were...

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William Branton has just run into camp as if the earth is falling away from his heels,
he has spotted a large cluster of Indians to the south moving towards us on horseback, 
an estimated 100 + Braves, face painted for combat with sunset as an...

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In the late 1970s I was a bricklayer, and for about half a year we worked in a new housing allotment along a state highway in Ohio.  There were towns in the area, and a small city about 10 miles away, but at the...

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Her screaming 
Yet somehow i managed to see her death in my mind
Just to be reunited with him
I curled and rolled in bed
Missing and wishing
Crying and regretting
Stupid girl, some girls never learn
Repeating same mistakes over and over
Yet i lay there motionless
Unable to hear the beat...

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