Dykes Poems

Somewhere On Foot Part One

...I peered deeply into a water trickling  dyke clustered by pale blue and green peebles.
“Oh dear I sometimes dig too deep or maybe not diffidently.
Damon Deep thinker, lost in thought type.”
There ...

Spun To the Gutter

...Has old Mark Rutter, been spun to the gutter?
Have reason begun now to be seen? Is he sad
 for
The bad? Are the Dutch now glad?
Is the national scene;  more serene? Will
They send him some clogs...

Vincent V Gogh Starry Night Painting

...Vincent
from within sanctum dykes
glamour
birthed from sorrow

celestial brightness
whirling
in Prussian azure
and sublime gold

Urania in the welkin'
blackness in the spirit
breezes ...

Vicarious Knowing To No Avail

...Debates futile for each soul chooses it’s path
Doing what heart likes
Until making each breath, a Holy Sabbath
Thunderous bliss spikes
Fears and desires dykes

Wisdom of the scriptures, words e...

The Kiss

...If not for you I would of never known what A Heart break meant,
  I was doing ok before you now I will never be content.

     There was a day I felt my life was complete,
  Now I must humble mys...

Body Whispering

...Do you gurgle, grunt, and gripe,
grind the soft bones of thought dry?

You need some orchestration,
some instrumental tuning.
Play with those ad hoc glottalized vibes,
harmonize.

The body, t...

Three Edens

...It stands alone four square, white-washed straw-thatched, 
small window panes, black frames, and out back chickens hatched, 
pecking weedy ground around a single willow.
Set just a little back fro...

In the Shadowed Passover of Fear

...When facts become fear, pandemonium escalates;
likewise does the proliferation of its collateral damage
and the propensity of the word-play of contradictions:

     “…we’re all in this together…s...

The Difference

...There’s a difference
between the wild animals of the wilderness
and creatures
trapped between cities.
Even farms wedged between urban sprawl
eventually forget how to farm.
Trees planted in conc...

Remember Me

...REMEMBER ME
NOVEMBER IN AMSTERDAM

This must be 
where fallen leaves 
come to settle.

The two of us, not quite 
in our dotage yet, feel at home, 
anchored in...

Another Morning

...Another morning
I have been trying to stave off old age
by avoiding old men in the park who ask me to guess 
their age, empty gums looks like a burnt down
village in Syria, a war that the west ha...

Strong Communities

...Strong communities,
We all can see,
Are less often at sea,
More often home for tea,
With all cakes file free. 

Strong communities,
Have no need for rate fees hikes,
As  they mostly ride thei...

Govan Lass Written In Glesga Slang

...Am a lass fae Govan
There a wiz born n breid
When a wiz wee a wiz playing tig on the dykes
N a split ma poor wee heid

Fae Glesga to Fife
Wiz where we went
To a flat in Methil
That ma maw goa...

Diary Notes: Lamentable Laissez-Faire

...Diary Notes: Lamentable laissez-faire

                     …the lêche cul is
back
         every cell of her a seething surging cesspool of putrid suck
the darling of the Prusso-Lepeniste mu...

The Search of My Identity Card

...I took a ride on the other side
of a wide ocean and wilder skies
People spoke there
In languages unknown to us
Only two of us are in our mother tongue
That night I really travelled, too, far
An...

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