Long Afront Poems

As Barbarossa roars into the East.
its southern barb cut swiftly to the core.
And as it raged the slaughtering increased,
consuming any force that stood before.
His swift barrage devoured the ranks of Red
as iron divisions consummated death.
These...

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Six months gone now since that dark night, I was kitchen-bound for a bite
Hoping I in icebox there a slice of pumpkin pie could score –
While I searched, I heard a ringing, an insistent ding-a-linging,
Louder...

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Tossed my slippers, walked barefooted
through the alley of my wall where my paintings are adorned, 
saw the canvasses lined neatly on wall
where dim light of longings path throughout the hall...

Chosen good ones, brewed best
aroma of...

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Thou lay'st like a rose on deaths pillow
Silent and still, unsoothed by lifes request
Asleep the dawns and days of all and all
Eternity. My lovely Juliet
Wherefore art thou companions company?
Dost thou mockest life? "O my love,...

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envenom! **** and enslave.
   tether to your flesh, me. 
   abandon, scourge and punish:
   wreak debauchery and hell
   on my palpitating flesh of marble. 

  ...

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Upon a midnight of lone decent
The death of my love I long repent
An eminent maiden from days of yore
I evermore grieve in absent adore

My rest is halted by commotion
Of which I have the least of...

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WINTER, SPRING, SUMMER, AUTUMN

 

- Suddenly, I awoke,

To the touch and feel of his able hands,

I rose to see a light burning ever,

Neither hot to smolder

nor cold to bother.

Suddenly I approached,

To the ray of light...

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I am walking through the darknest
Overcasted by the confusion that clouds my life and decesion
Feeling my way Through life not a map,
Or even a familiar sight to determin my where-abouts
Lead by faith but desived by...

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The greatest man in history is Martin Luther King
A man who opened up our eyes, when he said, "I have a dream."
It's hard to imagine now, in time, a segregated nation
Not everyone had equal rights,...

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Remembering simpler times through photography
When most entertainment was unelectrified,
Before the golden age of complex technology
Little was known of intricate human psychology.

When most entertainment was unelectrified,
Families quickly congregated when someone died
Little was known of intricate human...

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*Image of Tennyson Cross, Isle of Wight provided by Pixabay.

Forlorn Hope
Poetic Form: Sonnet

Divined amassed, thinly advance their scope
bloodlines warrant one soul's intended quest
persuades enhanced history, constants hope
pastoral guides sculptors essence is blessed

Readiness spurs insights, smoothing...

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I love a person small,
He sprints alike a young gazelle.
And when he turns afront the goal;
He does is so very well.

He's got seven ballond'ors,
And he's got six golden boots.
He's counting seven hundred and more
Of goals...

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Absent of pride, gave their lives, those they owed,
bloodlines warrant one soul's intended quest
persuades a past, that they constantly sowed
pastoral guides sculptors essence is blessed
Readiness spurs insights, smoothing passion
unforeseen tests that fool-hearted, not them
their unbidden...

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