Best Transom Poems

THE    BLOSSOMS   OF   HOME



Heaven must be  this  sweet  -

Old Pilikov across the street,

The  Schillings there along the shore,

Apple trees  just outside door.  

In the softness of  lush pink shade

My  children...

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1.
My head is a transom 
Light pours in but cannot escape
There is no window into me worth peering

2.
I hold dear to things
A grip so viced it defies metaphor 
And my clutch does not know the difference 
Between love and rage and I don't
Bother to correct...

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(Musings of a poet with huge doubts and a fragile faith)

Introduction: Is God A Joke Or Human Vanity?

When close friends die and other’s thoughts are suicidal,
When mankind’s soup du jour is loneliness with anguish	
When mental illness, homelessness, more war, and child death
Swarm down and then...

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Balanced on a Red Rider wagon,
a wooden boat with flaking paint; 
split transom
poorly repaired.  Ten year olds
with borrowed tools, untrained
in fixing leaks, or boats,
or knowing what a transom was.
     Christened the "Neversink,"
but often did, with bamboo fishing poles askew,
the used...

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Proem

After Sir Thomas recovered the Spear of Destiny and returned it to the Pope at the Vatican in Rome, he remained there for several months serving His Excellency, attending meetings, and recovering from several minor injuries sustained while recapturing the Spear that pierced the side...

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Within the passage of time
I see you, my enchanted ecstasy,walking
Down a cobblestone street in silhouette.
Carefully placed footsteps echoing the
The pavement without the slightest of regrets.
Through the faint gas lit corridor
Vintage smells and a whispering wind
Accompany me.
Now matter where I go -
No matter when I go...

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Having eyed the edges of eternity
Scornly decorated
With a draping psychotic sable
Within this brief glimpse
I chanced my doppelganger staring
Studying the lines of my face
Before I smashed the hoary transom
Wholly terrified…

Hiding under the candles cloak
Anxiously searching
For the windows to my escape
Headlong through
Tenacity dripping from ceiling cracks
Searching my...

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The Lunette

                                   Above the transom of the door
   ...

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Odyssey from Africa, Chapter 11e, The Island Kingdom (continued)

Matto, Lisa and their parents 
Contemplated now a journey 
On the ocean that was longer 
Far than any in their memory 

One whole week upon the ocean 
Lay before them in the sail-boat
As a crewman bid them...

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Nick was a young man who was handsome, 
                    got stuck in a strange basement transom. 
         ...

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As I stared despairingly at the transom,
my daughter declared, as she gave a smile winsome:

“I wouldn’t stand for such a name, if I were Janell!
It’d be okay of course, if Janell refers to the vessel…”

Captain disdain abounds in fields chock-full of chauvinism
A female pursuing a...

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bad situations
active imaginations
can kill relations
creating conspiracies
with broad designs to deceive

bloody mockery
shinigami lottery
a dichotomy
of preaching false brotherhood
so others will do no good

trying to obscure
real truths which should endure
facts filled with manure
some choose to communicate
into codes filled up with hate

white lies and false sums
psychological ransom
untruth the transom
when...

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Odyssey from Africa, Chapter 11 (d) cont...

Thus the boarding of the parties 
Was a speedy operation 
Very soon the whole flotilla
Sailed toward the open ocean

This wide bay from which the ships set
Sail is called the Bay of Pemba
In the present land of Mozambique 
Along its...

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Staring through the sullied glass
Ever present…

A transom of silent reflections
Standing amid us…

Dirtying with every irate grousing
Thick and hazy…

Our windowpane painted shut
Always locked…

Gazing through at one another’s faces
Slowly fading…

Eyeing the desperations of moving lips
Hearing silence…...

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Bukowski Contest

Its a video -- Bukowski has a
mistress, she is younger than

he and beautiful.

They fight before the camera
and, she flees like words on 
pale paper across the transom,
out the door...

He sits for a while unaware of
the camera, the poems quiet for
a while, his brow naked...

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