Long Banisters Poems

Armadilly Billy the Sling Shot Kidster was steadily on the move.
He was leaving the Southwest and his reputation behind, for sure!
Every gunslinger was out for him and of killing he’d become tired.
Even the weather was...

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Behold the abominable annals of the Storm domicile,
A living, groaning edifice of lumber and bureaucratic despair—
Where Allen Storm, the paternal prodigal of procedural pedantry,
Treads upon its creaking floors with the rigor of a misfiled memo,
And...

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The house came with ghosts.  
Not the subtle kind, either—no  
wistful sighs or cool drafts,  
just full-blown poltergeist tantrums.  
Cabinets slamming at 2 a.m.,  
spectral remnants of old arguments ...

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Mind often makes a circuitous pilgrimage
Sliding down and going up the banisters of time
As I hear the grating sound of worn stairs behind
Memories come darting in and out of shadows

From childhood’s flamboyant days
Mind scuttles between...

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Snowy footprints lead the way up the drive to my front door
Through a path of four foot high light up candy canes they soar
Beautiful wreath of glorious design greeting loved ones so dear
Welcome to my...

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That autumn morning, when I first saw you
Tall and handsome, draped in a suit,
I felt life, throbbing within
Never to leave me.

Shorn of love and feeling for days
Burnt screams of emptiness
Had resonated in my heart’s crevices....

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You opened your doors in 1998. 

Little did you realise, how highly you’d rate.

With grand halls and ceilings and banisters gleaming. 

When people come to visit, it’s like they are dreaming.

No detail too small, overlooked...

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In hushed strides silver threads tonight unfold again,
my longing on trampled soil to be rolled again.

Beneath maple leaves my silent flower shivers,
scarlet bed of withering dreams is cold again.

So numb my desires echo in hollowed...

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Within the first slivers of platinum moonlight, fireflies flicker.
Diamond dust from a bygone comet streaks by, piercing electric skies,
whilst a balmy August twilight enwraps an aging porch.
The gleam of a single candelabra casts light upon
harlequin-green...

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Jennifer’s adoring husband built her a castle greenhouse
surrounded by a gorgeous brick wall with round banisters.
she spent spring and summer out there, planting flowers
poppies, lilies, tulips, and roses were her favorites.

She also nurtured wild flowers...

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Then the winter night will knock on the door,
And as one would step inside the cerulean lake;
Vying with cold, have to discern the warmth of life,
The fishes will gather as if drooping on the feet,
The...

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Oh! How great it tastes: Steamy Riot
But is it delicious like Quiet?
How glorious it appears: Chariot 
Still in some wars and conflicts: Idiot…

I had had to talk about Riot:
The scene promising all but quiet,
The maddest...

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I recall the rural life of the butterfly
Extravagantly —that proud floating mass of wings.
Her wings flutter from sea to coast so eloquently,
Yet silent with the muteness of frightened breeze.
They are banners with buntings of newness...

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