Best Wedging Poems

Against the odds, among the brave, his class was not defined by race
Talent can never be confined by color, race, nor faith, or time
He climbed his way with dignity within a world of bigotry,
and found acclaim, while making waves, when racial boundaries
fanned the flames
He earned...

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Hannah, I haven't seen or heard you cry
not in the gray of winter day
or in the cold silence of our prisoner nights,
the others can hardly keep up with you on the marches
your face is changeless as polished steel
and you speak like thunder in the distance...
Would...

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Alyssa danced in the center of the 
empty historical ballroom.  
Imagining suitors standing in line
for one more waltz around the artistic 
ceramic tiled flooring.
Her dress, ivory full, swept the floor
as she turned and sauntered on 
winged slippers. 
Elegantly breathtaking… enchantress form; 
mesmerized an onlooker...

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Memory of Lost Innocence 

We were just kids running down the hillside, with youthful spontaneity marking the passage of time. No beaten path, we just flowed where our little hearts took us, wedging our way through the Norwegian landscape. And where on this day, as...

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We sank into the sea 
Millions of years ago,
Our carcasses set to the sun.
We basked in our own erosion
While our forever-hearts were 
scorched into the brown floor,
Wedging what was left of us 
Into primordial adorableness.
Escaping into ghost love 
Is a natural response.
Let us not judge...

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It is simple to laugh
at this sinister comedy,
ablaze with maddening duality.
A true scene of blood-thick bonds,
breaking never, but
somehow,
tightening, like a noose
around the throat of the last
living,
thinking organism,
ascending beyond basic self judgment,
embracing those strange strings
bound to his every feature,
gladly frisking about for the puppeteers.
I wonder,
if those...

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You blend the colours
Mix then match
Converting our sorrows
Painting the plain 
Mending fabrics 
Of fragile minds
Soothing them with tender stitches
To befit the grieving souls
We sang you a tune
setting you in a calming stillness
As you blend thunder 
With peculiar lightening 
Striking a volcanic boulder 
Unraveling a blunder...

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How far Dreams fly from that ponderous room—
a fear gripping the bones that dares to be a vision!
Feel its power as —like rivers—it percolates,
transporting cool beauty to heated nerves.

Wedging through the density of the dark
till bursts of color cry out to be seen,
Water flows—yes, Water—but...

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Autumn Wind


A rushing stranger, pushing a door 

Freezing fingertips, embracing my pore

We meet face to face, lifting every tendril 

of my limp hair, numbing my ear 

 

You continue.. 

Poking through my knitted beanie 

Groaning around my scarfed nape 

Wedging in on my unbuttoned down

Swaying...

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As we walked alone
Under a golden sun
By the water side
Gazing unto her
Holding her tight
Under the wedging blue sky
She puts her hands in mine
Mine in hers
Her lips on mine
Bringing on me a peaceful bliss
We were not alone
We were just a shadow
In the romance of the sun...

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Lunatic:
You can call me a lune,
cause I'm crazy enough
to play the game of love
and think I can win.
I think I'm crazy.
The space by me is spinning,
and I'm seeing stars.
Dark shoes, scuffed soul.
A moonlight beam in the
night sky.
Silver dewdrop eyes mimic
Moonlight glinting in murky ocean tides:
Low...

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My Pet Poems, Max

I hopped onto Craig’s List, made a phone call.  

Next day, with a royal blue, nylon carrier, which had a small, zippered door, sitting on the back seat ready, we drove an hour southeast for this scrawny boy — white with...

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Fear grows like a seed
On the irrational it feeds
Anxiety is what it breeds
Wedging itself to mislead
Acid cascades into my throat
I swallow that panic slipping in
Like a shockwave, a jolt I shake
For not having enough time
To hold on to my breath
Before the waves of panic
comes crashing...

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Ruins speak
ancient elite
beauty outdone
age old
stones cold
tales told
beyond rot
ruins hot
living legends
in cracks wedging
whispered secrets
Ruins’ spirits
windows hollow
tell of tomorrows
listen closely
stones be boasting
exploiting history
revealing mysteries.
...

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The First Commandment

we have got a message
if anyone writes from the river to the sea Palestine will be free, and will not be published because it is upsetting for Israel to hear what
is an obvious truth 
Notice this will not be published it is not...

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