Best Thirty Nine Poems

Here in the heavy depths of insolent woes,
We gesture and talk and waste our time,
Staking claim to each minute of our earthly life,
Running the hours...

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In eighteen seventy nine; twenty second of January 
Was the day of a great battle and for the Zulus victory 
At Isandlwana the Zulu army...

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I was born, Bronx, New York, in the year 'Thirty-Nine',
   the first child with a brother who followed in time.
Ten years later, moved...

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I am tender and moist,
Yet, I came from dry ground.
Though in sight there was death
There was life in my sound!
There is no beauty in me
That...

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The first time I painted the old red barn

I was twenty years old and the skies were blue.


There it sat in the middle of the...

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THE SLIPPER FITS CINDERELLA

I could have danced all night,
I fell in love that night,
I felt it i was so right,
You held me just so tight,
I...

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Dear Dale, so loved were you
that even now, thirty-nine years later,
you live inside the dreams
of your siblings. I suppose this to be true
since I, at...

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I fell in love with the Sixteen Zero Three when I was eight.
I was fifty-eight before someone located the owners who had moved on 
Thirty-nine...

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I remember so well when we first met,
You didn’t much like me then for what I had said,
I just smiled and said you don’t know...

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Perfumed memories drift
across a sensuous universe
delivered sotto voce:  Smell
of morning mist, me into you,
you into black coffee
wearing your silk caftan
as through an open window
city...

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Fourth of July, time for fireworks and fun,
Our nations birthday, we'll all celebrate. 
Uncle Sam is the man of the hour on this date
Reaffirming our...

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So no more shall his traitors hate;
For death's veils have made it late
To slight any soul time has called
To dine and wine in the city...

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My best friend is just a few yards away
not feeling well she’s had a long day.
 
Right now in our bedroom watching a cooking show
I...

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Misty lived on the tracks on the other side;
What was perhaps a nice home in thirty-nine.
Now a decaying shell of mortar and wood, 
On the...

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Elizabeth Law, only thirty-nine
Lies beneath this cold slab of stone.
On her left lies her husband, Samuel.
On her right, three small graves-grass overgrown.

Were they the reason...

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