Time Fictional Poems

Let's not brag about begging free
Long gone are the days when tears would drop
We no longer see the light at the end of a tunnel
That...

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I don't want to get lost in fictional worlds anymore

The one I am surrounded with

The one in my head

It is already too much to store

Immersed,...

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FICTIONAL BIO:

The missus asked me
(hitherto known as her bozo)
just mere moments ago
to craft humorous poem to glow
nsync with the shiny nose of Rudolph
keeping syncopated metrical...

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Please recall Louise is fictional.

She cannot walk in the park with a dog,

or do somersaults.

She won't be found at Bartholomew Library
reciting poetry.


She is and always...

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Reprobate fictional schnorrer...

Who never did a lick of work 
gifted lifelong entitlement,
yet possessed webbed wide world reputation
actually humble contemplative earthling
jump/kick started cosmic consciousness
as modest (née...

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Writing fiction 
Has no restriction
Unlike the journal writer on the list 
Asking ‘what is this’ 
Raising their fist 
Not allowing anything to be missed 
Dependent...

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SWEET YOUR KISS AS I STUMBLE CLOSER
TO BARE THE BRUSHES OF YOUR LASHES
THE WINE REFRESHES, YOUR GARLICY BREATH
AS I KISS THE SCENT AWAY

SWEET YOUR KISS,...

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My mind is like a play field
Here I can have so much fun
In this little space, I can create characters
Fictional or real.

I wish, I was...

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Theres this knawing in my tummy
A burning in my ear
I feel your presence next to me
Yet you are hardly here

I'm not sure when it happened
but...

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A fictional family  wedding

Came home late last night 
Was about half past ten
when to a wedding today
was the best man for  my friend

riad...

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Something's in the 
air tonight, my spirit 
is amiss, the 
atmosphere 
caresses like a 
mother's gentle kiss,

the wind blows like 
a garden tool to 
keep...

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Something's in the air tonight, my spirit is amiss, the 
atmosphere caresses like a dead grandmother's 
kiss,

the wind blows like a garden tool to keep...

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He wakes up once again
In a holding cell,
No one sitting near him
Due to his awful smell.

The policemen who have grown to know him
Come to set...

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As I walk through the cemetery
Looking at the many headstones
I come across one of a mere infant
Whose life expired well before the time
Of her impending...

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Take my hand and you will be lead out of the storm
that currently is engulfing the northeast section of the county
Driven winds,hurricane screams,white-out darkness,mid-december creams
us...

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