Long Barest Poems

8. Transformation

Yielding to those who have mastered the art
Of grasping one's place in existence's grand scheme
Life’s constant challenges never depart
But humble diligence will grow the dream

In passing from childhood to adulthood
Innocence to responsibility
Firm new role...

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oh youth in all its callow shades
               is from our hope, precisely made
        ...

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The year has finally yawned and turned       
Upon a half-revealed shoulder.
A vibrancy, intrinsic to a reemerging 
Enforcement of the strengthening light, 
In its deliberate and unconcerned   ...

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A perfect radiant day of golden complexion infused the Jefferson brothers to travel down the narrow path, a mile from their home to the Ebb Water Creek.
Their goal to hook a line of catfish was...

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I awoke to find 
that Jack Frost had paid a visit 
to my bedroom windows
for the very first time 
this Winter.

If only I had seen him at work
I would have thanked him
for decorating 
my otherwise...

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I kneel to pray beneath an oak tree’s leaves,
where my journey began.
Broken limbs straggle over a patchy lawn,
a neglected place full of holes, 
shoveled from childhood memories.

I bow at the altar of the tall oak.
Days...

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to spend their fathers treasures
on women and men.
This their father shall barest his new born son which
he had thought to have been his grandchild.
now he rallies to take back with pride
something he never knew he...

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Even Dawn Cried About Death Of The Poet

They that see dawn in softest crimson glows
Having sought to embrace the golden moon!
They that ink paradise as a true gift,
Sings praises of the gentle month of June!

Whilst...

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Ride, ride, ride thou figure from the East
In thy curse hath many a mother wept
On thy brow the furrows of distant steppes
Yield unto a steely mask of doom
Destruction follows in thy path and yet
Methinks I...

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Rags To Threadbare Tatters...
(a true “FAKE” story
how Mein Kampf - chill as hoary
frost – and totaling lacking glory.)

A woeful disgraceful
cautionary tale stitched
     from the barest thread
harkens back half life
  ...

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Anyone who has lived through them as I have,
Knows the Forties were the most memorial of all
Of the decades of the Twentieth Century
And surely the most vivid in recall.

Personally, they were the greatest of my...

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I oft shooed thee as bird of barest brain, 
No, ye do hide behind some talent rare, 
Should a rare hand nurture ye to train, 
Thine sense of shades I doubt any may share. 

It...

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your cheeks flush 

blooming red of a spring strawberry’s blossom against your soft golden glow

my hands press to my lips and i let out a sharp gasp

oh prince, what light through yonder window breaks?
 It...

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It was Sunday 'round noon when I strolled,
through a garden and upon my own.
Touched by the sadness of knowing,
I should not be walking alone.

I see a young girl pick a flower;
smile with the scent 'neath...

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...She’d long ago come to realize
that children stood by you for life,
while jobs cut you on barest whims,
she had simply invested right.
What was the use of having choice
if you couldn’t pick your own path?
This couple...

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Cackle like hens
 might the fox
 find you
he spoke. 
that those who
feedest thee sowest not
but sprinkle grains to fatten
might the fox
spoil the harvest
there labors shall be in vain!



Nyx raised stranger people
with the teachings of the...

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As children, we all dream,
tales of magic, of mystery,
and our own imagined destinies;
we dream of future prowess, of our own fantastic wyrds –
of our glorious, important place in the cosmos.

Whether those dreams are of firemen,...

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WHAT TIME IS IT?

A shadow crosses my mind
And stops.
An old familiar figure
Sent to me in this place
From memories
Long ago forgotten.

A lonely basket
Of a girl with no age
In a room crying the long,
Hollow tears of some
Deep...

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Feet of barest integument
Bounding, chasing infinite woods, primal
Unscathed by this immaculate earth
Swallowed by puddles seeping through my spirit
Overflowing, casting majesty, and so I ruminate

Flushest pale skin, inflicted by summer's kiss
Warmest pure sun, wholiest body kept...

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Ecology, Humanity, Me, & Tea


A fox at the altar.
Bee nests to seek before light.
A rabbit where the fox’d trot.
(Foxes have only ever trot. Perhaps fast, or nimbly, or slow - they do not walk.
They do...

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Medicinal scents of my impending demise
Morph to chocolate, cinnamon, sweet death-day cake
The final images burned into these old eyes
Their expressions of consternation and heartbreak

Orange glow, I surround them, my body ceases
Engulf them gently in the...

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I see you there, I see you clear
What have I to love but you my darling dear?

Your empty mask, your hard set eyes, your raven cloak so full of lies.
Your barest whisper a gale wind's...

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AND SO THE SNOW

And so the snow
Continues to blow
The wind
It's driving force

The hills, once brown with sand 
Took on a new face today
White until the barest rocks
Almost did not exhist

Then the sun did come out
The...

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I
In haunted house she’d lived with all her scare,
Lived all alone but with her barest bones, 
With monsters chasing her in a nightmare, 
O amidst company of groans and moans. 
One of which once drew...

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It’s a fine summer’s evening
for your annual wine tasting shindig;
home-grown fruits in home-made fermentations.
We stay up half the night
washing down the terrible wine with weak beer
doing what guys do best, bull**iting and philosophizing
solving the world’s...

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