Farewell Bio Poems

The farewell

The family visitors from the town
was standing by the roadway
waiting for the bus 
taking them back into the town
He, the boy, came from
although the...

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victorian canal life - the reality (a true tale  from from my maternal heritage )

We left our abode 
     ...

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Losing a dear one is a feeling like tears overflowing like an enormous waterfalls uncontrollably in one’s mind, heart profusely beating. Unable to sustain one’s...

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On my left the full silver circle of the moon
Just risen in the east
And on my right the mellow sun about to swoon
Provided a rare...

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Science Fiction and "Church" may have met tonight in Ft. Beaufort, South Africa.

Mr. and Mrs. Steele lived in a frail care facility. She survives but...

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OH FATHER WHAT FEAR
SONGWRITER: MIGDALIA TORRES


OH FATHER - OH FATHER
WHAT FEAR - WHAT FEAR
ON SEPTEMBER 11,2001
THE TERROR CAME NEAR

AS I SAT AND WATCHED HELPLESS
I SHED...

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Stacy Adams triumph
one of the glorious nights 
I've trucked through 
sore feet, cold weather and hunger 
famished as stars shined
vibrations of the train 
i will...

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Schlerotic schlemiel schleps...

Into lonely senescence -
three plus decades already elapsed
trepidation, hesitation unbearably
tugging, shouldering,
remonstrating accumulation
of "baggage" thumb

of right hand thrust out
silently raving, quaking
cursing ultimatum parents
(soffit to...

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A throwaway poem


This is just a throw away poem;
Take it in or leave it to be.
I know exactly where this poem is going;
Some poems are...

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When we first split up, 
he still remained my 
continuous connection 
to my heart which made me 
not stop running back to our past
when we...

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My dear poor old rust stained torn shirt
Two-year-old white faded darling
I hardly loved you, my mere chance
I can't let you lose, you're my prove
Of how...

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Sister Sue
 Look up
 Do you see 
 The stars
 For you they
 Are not that far.
 Sister Sue
 Can you almost
 Touch the clouds
...

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When I was but thirteen or so
    I went into a golden town,
Gauteng,Maboneng
    Took me by the hand.

My father...

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A FORTIES CHILDHOOD

Feelings ,then
were not shared but 
held back, within.
A reservoir of emotions
controlled, withheld...

until death ,shatters
the dam....

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I can still see your smile,  at work, 
At school,  in my rearview, 
While you sat in my backseat making promises
You couldn't keep....

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