Long Abrasive Poems

I.	  The Settlement

          Hickory bark bluffs
          at the blend of two 
    ...

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I miss the old days where only you had my key
I miss the old times - running wild and free
I miss the old house and your pool and banana tree
I miss the days when it...

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My teacher died.
   
   His lungs failed him.

He taught me that the lungs
harbor grief.

   His lungs are gone.
My grief has only just arrived.


   He used his lungs...

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"The Monochrome Echo Chamber"




How many Roads
to "IT"
Black 
as Black & White? 
or Unicorns and Rainbows?

Unitarian 1 and only 1 
Trinitarian 3 exist in 1 
An answer 
arrives 
unheralded 

Reversed in Time
Something 
has lit the fuse
Something...

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Together we are like crisp morning snow and dry sooty oil poured onto the ground in our different ways. I putter around the home like puppy dog waiting for his next meal and she toils...

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August 13th, 2021 – twenty two years since...

Wicked bad designed day poem originally crafted
then alternately titled for no particular rhyme nor reason: 
courtesy Doctor Donald Dossey  
who coined paraskevidekatriaphobia. 

August thirteenth nineteen hundred and...

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(alternately titled: courtesy Doctor Donald Dossey  
who coined paraskevidekatriaphobia 

August thirteenth nineteen hundred and ninety nine
forever etched in annals of my personal infamy
as one still sending hair raising shivers down my spine
which following unpleasant...

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being right all the time can be very boring ...
  if always right, perhaps you may have little to say
  that's problematic for all-powerful beings, godlike creatures
  the rest of us engage...

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Sharpened pens were brutal swords; a war was forged
Blow after blow was struck, with blood rage engorged
Not one single word between them had been spoken
No flag of truce waved, or friendship offered as token

Nothing was...

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When I was a girl, still on the island
I’d sit in the sand
and brood
and revel
in what I thought was utter enlightenment
a teenage rebel
with dime-store refinement
We were all this way, and there is no shame
In the...

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I would deny its existence and favor the second place
prediction of Tuesday; 
For the beginning is never subtle, and it tends to hunt
my off-beat verse. 
Such a consistent verse, as it never sits on time...

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Gordon Robertson of CBN's 700 Club posed a rhetorical question. "Does stuff like this really belong in a free country? The answer to his question is no of course. What do liberal and conservation parents...

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I SAID BURN THOSE MITTENS, NOT KITTENS
  
So isn't it cute the way newborn kittens can't open their eyes
    eyes like the government has on all of us...................
pass a red light...

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I'm a poet of life, so read if you 
dare. But let me forewarn you, 
you're in for a scare. 
   For I don't see life, for the 
light it portrays. I see life in the...

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WHAT IS THAT RED BUTUH................

So isn't it cute the way newborn kittens can't open their eyes
    eyes like the government has on all of us...................
pass a red light and they take a...

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I. The Request


She spoke, "bring me the sunset in a cup
that overflows with it's red warmth eternal.
Rail against supposed fate. Love speak up,
you are not the last one standing. Colonel
of starry skies are you instead?...

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Blue Light Bulbs and a Bottle of Bleach and The Incandescent Must Win 
(part 1)
 					By: J.R. Wren

A wilting flower and a blade of grass
No presumptions of the way things ought to be
Feeding plenty on...

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you are all a lost generation -- Gertrude Stein ?

I

Once hallowed encephalon 
cavernous cerebral chasms
	now less serene 
		ruptured n' spleen
Subjected to ravenous days?
Days n' illumination?
n' summers hibernation?
Awaiting eschatology and Madonna's divination

In summers somnolent slumbers I...

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The loud fastest growing 
non-thinking hand-it-over
flowers are abrasive
to some who feel they are truly weeds, 
just messing up us real flowers 

Their gnarly appearance is
off putting  because they
are not the approved people, they are...

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Christmas does not come alone,                              ...

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Hues of a darker shade, cascading across skies of illusion....

Evaporating waterfalls, of lustful desires and want

Brought forth amid fairytale words, from within fantastical thoughts

And I thought, shall I sell my soul, for their very own,...

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Life means I can talk to my friends and others,
When the untravelled sea fills with brothers,
Pleasure rushes the uninhabited areas we just don't sail, 
And when we semiotically emit our meaning, we will prevail; 
Freedom...

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Drink deep from an uncaring mother's breast
As the sole consolation prize for the sin of aging
Break yourself upon a wave of malice
Sweeping the unworthy along for a ride

And thus, some men are born as magnets
To...

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Winds of change blow in time’s course clear
waft from an unseen end to unknown another
the momentum they gather from the power
the history gives, it goes on increasing ever,
the direction they receive from the message
the current...

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~ "I believe true 
humility is innocent, 
~~ and free; ~~
~~~~~~~~~~
evolving through 
life continually 
aspiring before-
God-and-man to 
move in gratitude; 
~~~~~~~~~~~~
and being heavenly, 
and gracious, tenderly 
~~~~~ aware; ~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
it is always surrendering 
itself to the...

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