Long Accents Poems

Dad hit me only once, an upper cut to the solar plexus. It nearly lifted me off my feet. I was 17 then and already fairly tall, 6’1.” He was 48 and of medium height,...

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I was pushed to write this comparison after reading the poem on Byron by the souper poet Gary Bateman.
Wandering on internet I found the Byron's version of Francesca's words in CANTO V of Dante's Hell...

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Out with his boys drinking, feeling rowdy
Special occasion
Rolling the way they do
His lover is not with them
She stayed in for the night
He misses her company
But enjoys his time with the guys
He'll swing by later

A local...

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someone always told me this with tears in her eyes...


(for Lata Sethi's late-mother, who was my mother’s ‘sister’ and who took us all into her heart, and for Lata and Ravi Sethi of Defence Colony,...

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This is a result of text messaging. You have forgotten; how...; to punctuate. It affects you. This affects me. This effects all of us. Misplaced kindness masked by hate; lost in a text. There's no...

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I was an enthusiastic painter, striving to apply more verve and color,
Like sunshine dreams, of blue-gray days, that couldn't be any duller.

Painting had for long been my passion, but had turned into a career,
Like the...

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The Avenue of Gastronomic Delight

Down the broad avenue called Gastronomic Delight
City life gathers when twilight awakens;

In eateries, drive-ins, greasy spoons and taverns – jumpin’ joints jumpin’
Like Snoopy with his dish doing the suppertime dance;

Lured by...

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[They lived in terror.  A dark cloud seeping inside souls tearing love
and kindness away]

I am lost for words to describe the agony of my reflection inflicted upon me;  the beast born by a...

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Unsolved criminal mystery...modest prevarication

Found yours truly
a grateful dead head
convenient scapegoat dejure
Norristown police officers
fingerprinted me for 
casual postal employment
linked to vicious brutal crime
someone else who shared 
identical name and fingerprints as mine
the latter of corpse far...

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You look stupid in videos on phones at the start,
it doesn't make you look badmans calling women a tart,
when I see those skits I think what a retard,
and don't you know we all skip over...

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You split yourselves in countless sects, In classes high and low;
Think you the world its gifts will still on such as you bestow?
Who now forgetfully neglect My Rasool’s Law sublime?
And whose lives write them clearly...

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You look stupid in videos on phones at the start,
you don't look like "Badmans" calling women a tart,
when I see those skits I think what a retard,
and don't you know we all skip over that...

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I put eyeballs on rivals
as I survive and rise forth
an arrival of an idol
standing Eiffel with force
surprisingly viral 
taking titles and more
in a wave wide and tidal
winning prizes for sure

from miles behind to in front
a...

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In the beginning ...," roosts; 
            Christians and Jewish boosts.



              ...

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Jawab-e-Shikwa
THE ANSWER TO THE COMPLAINT BY ALLAH ALMIGHTY  SIDE TO PIOUS PEOPLE OF THE WHOLE UNIVERSE:
https://youtu.be/EXRl5VKq39M
When passion streaming from the heart turns human lips to lyres,
Some magic wings man’s music then, his song with...

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My head spins as the noise from the crash echoes in my head. I sit up in some kind of terminal with strange trains bound left and right for places I don’t understand. 

One is...

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From mouth to ear across a lifetime lived,
traveling strings tying lives together thread on thread. 
Every one word building lifetimes; 
bonded mud of bricks to house 
our broken bags of trailing flesh.
We will hold each...

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Challenged by the visionary speaker decades ago
I had a dream to become a tribal missionary to spread heavenly glow...

To make myself engaged in every discipleship engagement
involving in worthy tasks of counselling settlement...
 
Looking forward to...

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(Note: it is rare that I make drastic changes to anything I write, but a friend made some suggestions about changing my poem DEATH OF MADAMOISELLE duPONT, and I agree with her. Here is the...

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The Sundress, As A Marital Aid
By Rick Rucker

Before we begin, I am a “little” weird,
In case you have not “heared,”

When my Lover wears her mini sundress,
Her bare skin, I cannot wait to caress,

Her womanly delights,...

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Floriography

Allamanda in April slowly open its trumpets around posts that look like 
Buttercups of honey for bees to dive in to replenish their striped bellies
Crocus's yellow stigmas that flavour our food are a blessing by...

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(after Alphonse de Lamartine)

Thus, ever driven onward to new shores, borne constantly away, 
Can we never, in the Ocean of the Ages, drop anchor for a day? 

Oh, this beautiful lake! The year has hardly...

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(continueing the Monsieur L'Vampyre adventure)
   THE DEATH OF MADAMOISELLE duPONT
Dear Stella, up the path, into the park,
deep shadows hide the trees along the Seine,
the quiet of the night accents the dark
and you can...

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A perfect Sunday, as only god can make
The skies the barometer, tend to set the mood
This day clouds…oh, so wooly white
Like sheep grazing… among the blossom blue
Sunshine’s accents must be added too

Dad, magnificent in his...

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STELLA DIES
Dear Stella, up the path, into the park,
deep shadows hide the trees along the Seine,
the quiet of the night accents the dark
and you can feel your breathing now and then.

The peaceful gloom, enveloped by...

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