Long Anachronistic Poems

Pleasant spring like day February 9th, 2024

A scent (and sixth sense predominates),
when apple boughs
and other aromatic flora
laden with blossoms and fruit
gently assail cilia of the nostrils,
aside from aiding distinguishing 
pleasant or unpleasant smells 
additionally incorporate...

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Today August 29th, 2021 sluggishness dogs yours truly

Forecasting to thunderous applause
fast as greased lightning draws
upon futuristic atmospheric gewgaws
hot air emanates out these slackened jaws
spluttering courtesy indentured maws
armed with four footed tall paws
gesticulations resembling horizontal seesaws....

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I discovered miscellaneous meaningless hodgepodge...

dating back circa: Age of computer antiquity
mine signature worthless gibberish
found Earthling dumbfounded
for further waste of time inquire
about trivial details constituting 
more'n six electronic new pages
the following an excerpt from book of
Matthew...

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In a peculiar puny town nestled in western Massachusetts,
There lives an enchanted mansion in the Wilbraham woods,
Hidden in the hills away from the eastern city's pollutants,
Where the creme de la creme masquerades in cowled hoods.

Around...

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Pleasant spring like day January 12th, 2020

Courtesy climate change
(think global warming),
I would never wish to exchange
unseasonable temperature
way out of range
far to balmy, undoubtedly
ole man winter
weather did shortchange.

Once thermometer readings rise
even smidgen one moost not minimize
Earth...

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morning brought an arcane song to my ears
i was observing the spilling of light
between the curtain and the wall
the way the light seemed to carry the dust
when my quite moment 
was dispatched
by the sensation of...

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Thee Apple Hove Bing an Herbivore...?
(hint – app peal)

Sans maintaining a strict carb on diet
     (for Peat Sake) iz like really coal
man, cuz carnivores consume meat,
     which...

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the great bard and Elizabethan play wright
begetting complete dramaturgy
     explaining fate hollowly airtight
succor starved, riddled smitten tattered

     sir real body politik blight
under whelming enthusiasm
   ...

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11/29/2015


Idioma

There is a man with a gun.
His finger taut,
tensed and still,
the intention obvious,
no reason instilled.

Because guns kill people.
Or do people kill people?
I can never remember.
Let's take a look at entropy.
A molecule hits a molecule
hits a...

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I hear Donald Trump
would love to bring to Republican plutocracy
what Abraham Lincoln represented for civilly warring democracy,
but that anti-enslavement resolution
is too hard for me to focus and sustain
in Trump is DivineTrump Land.

What remains most easily
is...

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Poets Hanging from a Poet Tree

Poetry in motion is perilous a dangerous pastime a thing of the anachronistic 
past in the global villainous village in which minds are colonised for the greater 
comforting good of...

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Local used bookshop, an easy energy
      comforting shelves crowded with tracks of wisdom,
      literature, philosophy, religion, the sciences  
     ...

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Look out into the darkness and hear the remnants of cities. 
The faint, ghostly echo of music wafting through the air, carried by the smell of cigarette smoke before it grows stale, 
that diffuses the...

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In life things change -
Tables eventually turn.
Emotions spark up
And friendships burn up
As relationships break down
As chains would rust,
But secrets break apart
Bonds rooted in trust.

It was a fire raging rampant;
Fixed only on causing trouble,
Not resting till...

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This world is lovely
Only a pinch of salt

#
He slipped out the back door
He attacked the wrong bed

#

World is so great
Linda Andie Eve Paul Olive...infinity

#

My wife kissed a wrong man
me

#
I cannot love balloons
They have no hearts
#

My...

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Waiting for petrichor to rise                              ...

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It's too late, beloved, for our dream shattered,
Under the night sky, chimeras have us buried,
Intoxicated with illusions, wrapped in cigarette perfume,
On deserted streets, we are shadows of dreams unfulfilled.
We're lost in the labyrinth of forgotten...

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In a world where time flows like a river that forgets its bed,
poets remain forever outside of time, a kind of travelers through the labyrinth
of thought, with eyes open to dreams that others have long...

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golden raiment trickling threnody ream
hinged present with distant past,  
   that temporarily static surreal moment in time stream 
the best part of existence, thence I became alive 
   from dormant...

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As Samuel saw vaulted Xanadu of Kublai Khan fame
In smoke-filled corridors of sweat-drenched Opium-eaters
Did I spy a vision so surreal as to render all my sentient senses to nought
And to replace them with a miasma...

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Gate and Column

Enea celebrates the wedding of Frederick and Leonor

He owned a benefice “out there”, beyond Ravenna,
but now, in middle age, he’s coming home.
The action’s moved to native-town Siena,

though interspersed with roistering in Rome.
The countryside...

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--  Just a bit of silliness --

"Baissez le rideau, la farce est jouee..."
                     ...

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In the shadow of time, the soul finds solace,
We wonder why the years lay down in silence,
Why we remain closed, like birds refusing flight,
Seeking hidden meaning in the language of flowers toward the sun.
We close...

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It is said that the world is quite strong. 
When we both agreed, we were wrong. 
But systemic risk leads to a spare call. 
And it makes life hazy, as we shall.

When weak surfeit fulfills incisive inquiry, 
the diction...

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No comfort for the stickler, sticking literary fixtures depicting conflicting inklings to their minds as perfect pictures.
With one stroke of my pen the standards rose again and damned be lesser men. 
As the pros of...

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