Condor Poems

Crimson baron,
the scarlet fumes from your tale pipe
paints the sky 
with steel blue dye

Duke of the corporeal death plane,
your splatter reign
brings a barrel of spitfire pain

As you hide in the cadaver clouds,
waiting to vulture dive 
like a mercenary bird of...Read More

I originally posted this personal fave on 2-10-17.



Something tragic just happened up ahead,
somebody got hurt real bad ...
someone might even be dead
So you slow your car down,
just to take a peek
Peer out your window
for a quick look-see
Why is it that...Read More

I’m just an Ain’t Broken watchman,
speaking truth until  I’m Ungrateful Dead,
with a Rorschach sackcloth over my head
Dangerously living the Master plan

Beware!!  Don’t eat the poisonous strange fruit hanging ... 
the beaten pulp will intoxicate
Fill a heart with drunken...Read More

Born To Rise

Not everyone lives even knowing they will die
many never find there wings but I was born to rise,
blinding the oppressor when I learned to fly
mighty my wings my spirit burns with life,
demons pursue and witches cast spells
but nothing...Read More

Above windswept mountains, a Condor glides
To cross the wide horizon's endless band
In search of its prey that trembles and hides
From the highest mountains of wonderland
I wish I had his feathered wings to fly
To soar in freedom's space above it all
See...Read More

Oh no!
When a boat departs from the bay,
Floating on the white flowers of the sea foam,
When a tiny bit of the Moon wanders across the oceans,
All coloured in the ash of clouds,
Not even then the rest of your life
Under the...Read More

         


                  Poetry,
            ...Read More

"Clapper Rail, Condor, 

Loggerhead Shrike and a lost,  

Whooping Crane, rarer..."

"Stop!" "Did you make the chess team?"

"No, because I am too short."...Read More

I WISH I WEREN’T A CENTIPEDE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS




I wish I weren’t a centipede, a lowly arthropod
I need a transformation into something much more mod
To obtain status, with a much higher species standing
Not be straddled with an enervating task so demanding
I...Read More

Speech of a drunken sailor,
muttering foul things ...
utterly gutter manure color
Filthy thoughts sent virus airborne,
dirty mind intimations tattooed on

She’s a vulture vulgarian — 
Carcass breath
spreads her dead bosom infection

Unrefined manners, coarse habits
Crude behavior ill-defines 
her pagan talk,  smutty actions

Obscene...Read More

Coulda been
the Hand of the Lying King,
if I didn’t tell the truth so much

Coulda been
Caesar’s right hand man,
if I was kill willing 
to have a shogun trigger touch

Coulda been
chief consigliore renown
for the don Corelone spiked crown
But I never wanted to...Read More

Ten fingers
left and right palm pig squeezing a thief’s prayer merry

One finger
covetously dipped in the pie hole green apple gouging

Nine fingers
raven cloaked in vulture reaper robes condor circling

Two fingers 
giving the universal sign of double cross peace

Eight fingers 
talking black...Read More

Preacher E. Lye



He wears his white collar backwards
Piggy attenuated pagan wives’ tale
say the trigger Finger Man
has snake eyes in the back of his head

Got a gravelly-low, porcupine voice
that is cobra flatline prairie legendary

Using a lethal eighteen-wheel
hydraulic tongue roadkill,
he sermonizes with...Read More

pterodactyl 
hieroglyphic successor
condor ancestor...Read More

When Pilate saw that he could prevail nothing, 
but that rather a tumult was made, he took water, 
and washed his hands before the multitude, saying, 
I am innocent of the blood of this just person: see ye to it.
Mat...Read More

Yellow is the color of the sun,
is it not?

It’s the same color as the Asian
valet corporate fella,
holding a Salvation Army red pot
Collecting inflated IPO fees 
at an illegal
dot.com parking lot

Always yielding to temptation,
is the armored car hijack dream plot slot...Read More

The stone laid plans 
erected in the Age of Man
are starting to cave in
Their sky towers scraping the blue stratosphere
has begun to crumple
under the oppressive weight of floating spore fear

It’s fungi clear as a glowing crystal ball ... 
soon comes...Read More

“Beloved Femme Fatale”


Musk and Neroli satin skin spoons
Naked feet ‘neath The Pillars of Petra
She towers majestic above you, colours your grey skies
You are worshipping her on your knees
What does it matter, anymore? Before your eyes, the story unfolds . ....Read More

Pardon my condor sensitivity,
	but can I be 
dead serious candid with you
Everybody look down on me,
and talk mean about me
But, in the future, they’re gonna need me 
even nuclear more
I’m nature’s finest,
best garbage collector
My critter pals,
when they get their fill...Read More

I WISH I WEREN’T AN ANT
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS



I wish I weren’t an ant, my survival rate is scant
Done in by a pesticide, or a shoe, as I gallivant
A solitary figure, when I roam, I am seldom seen
In Africa, in motion,...Read More

Something tragic just happened up ahead,
somebody got hurt real bad ...
someone might even be dead
So you slow your car down,
just to take a peek
Peer out your window
for a quick look-see
Why is it that you're so fixated
on seeing someone else's misery?

Gawker,
you...Read More

Vultures on the wing high up in the sky
Careen in flight as they go sailing by
Tracing out patterns of vanishing lines
As they create most exquisite designs

Other birds like eagles, gulls and falcons
Also engage in such exhibitions
Viewing them gives a feeling...Read More

The Coming Of The Day 

Prayers sent,
Tears spent,
Strength lent,
Pipeline to be circumvent.

Broken Promises and lies,
Uniting of many tribes,
Waiting for a judge of man to surmise,
And Great Spirit to decolonize.

Black Snake of greed,
You thought we were a "vanishing breed",
The reptile met...Read More

Fly! Fly! Fly! my friend, sail wide, see those that see no more. Trust your sight, given, still the curiosity, of existing borders, cross those, the ones we have forgotten. Seek the wonders, offered, the ones that I have ignored....Read More

Night's shadows grew weary in the oppressive heat;
Repose of Earth's golden orb brought little relief.
Like a condor shadowing its prey from aloft,
There was no respite from the encompassing doom.
Behind curtains of vanity man hid his pride,
As he destroyed the Earth...Read More