Long Beaconing Poems

I was skeptically listening 
to a retiring social researcher,
and problem-solving imaginer,
from the American Enterprise Institute;

An Institute
I usually find more destitute
of bicameral consciousness than not,
and thereby with less healthy resonant imagination
than more pathological dissonance.

But, I found...

Read More

I celebrated my father's birthday this last April 4th, 2025
He would have been 75,
Yet 7 years ago, a white butterfly laid him to rest, with the rest of his family around his casket,
And my face...

Read More

In that timeless realm, O Cosmic Sister, our love at the helm, where time stands still-
our love becomes the canvas, 
the enzymes, the film.
Each fleeting heartbeat -a brushstroke, ballast,
as devotion paints the sky "magnifique", 
eternal...

Read More

My Chocolate Knight on a black stallion…
Riding into my desolate
Darken heart 
Decay

Galloping toward my disillusions, heartaches…
Radiating a hope of
Brighter
Days

~~

I wait 
Breathlessly
Hearing the pounding of his presence...

Desiring
The reality of his nearness
Sensing the soothing comfort of his...

Read More

That moment
That perfect moment
Where time became eternal
I saw
I opened my blinded eyes and saw
The expanse of your soul

To reword
To match time stricken words to an eternal glimpse
Absurd

So, I write
I write without reason
Flowing with the ink...

Read More

In all honesty
I believe Love is actually blind
That she lost her road
And headed straight 
Into the mess, she lays in today
I hope we all find her, bathe her and clothe her
Cos she's really a mess...

Read More

That we are

And, that we are together
more than apart,

Rather than are not
and never were

Resourcing regeneration's universal promise
for growing unitarian integrity

Is not our hottest cultural question,
not our greatest social passion,
nor most profound academic topic
for therapeutic conversations,

Curious...

Read More

Passing a cemetery gate I walked in I could see all the epitaphs chronicling deaths,
The dates were all times and seasons and there were little graves for little babies,
Daisies mark children's resting places their small...

Read More

Passing a cemetery gate I walked in I could see all the epitaphs chronicling deaths,
The dates were all times and seasons and there were little graves for little babies,
Daisies mark children's resting places their small...

Read More

bafflingly 
    bemusing
         mind
       &
         mood
    ...

Read More

A patriotic bunting, hanging from a porch,
black lines of a Model-T, back when we liked Ford,
porcelain sign from the 30s, somehow ad and art,
the fun and fear we got from tossing a lawn dart.
Rich, decadent...

Read More

A dad he was to my man,
lost in a world of abuse.
Selling all he had in life,
to fund his addictions.

Digging flesh  from bone,
stabbing  bugs crawling wild.
Demons appear in torment,
beaconing him deeper.

A knife into...

Read More

The destined call in the inevitable word ‘come’
implanted in the inner ear precisely at a time
when the eyes open to the lighthouse light,
journey begins with waves behind the sight.

The noise mounts on a pitch very...

Read More

The dark eerie fog and glowing gaslights. She sits woefully. He is gone again tonight. Rumors whispers of the terror, as she holds on once again. Murder by night and a stirring muffin man. The...

Read More

I never have the right words to say..
It feels the people i look up to, look at me then look away..
Im not formal enough, nice enough..
just blunt and straight up in a world that's f**ked...

Read More

asleep to awake in the 
dreamless world of dreams,
where perception and reality,
have merged and lost their identity,
where the mist of reason is so thick,
that delusions guide the way,
purpose and direction is unknown,
but the journey is...

Read More

The torrential rain subsided 
As she peep through the dark mute street
With her heart socked in regrets
A decision has to be taken
Parenting the small angel alone is hard to chew 
The little angel smile at...

Read More

"Whole Wheat"


Trench coats 
Pantyhose 
Riding lo 

Knee high 
Nehi soft
Drink

Drunk
Drinkers
Drunk on a

Plasibo 
Please no
Tell me it's no

Lie

Laying on like 
Mayo laid on
I'm toasted 

Tomato 
Lettuce but no
Bacon beaconing that 

I'm vegan BURP
My lactose 
Baby 

Can...

Read More

Proud pirate flag, peacock, pumpernickel pie,
Perfumed prairie pinwheels, paper two-ply.
Happy hanging homebody having healthy hi.
Heaving hitting heartfelt Harry hopping high.

Ballooning blissful blossoms beaconing blue Babe,
Luxurious lumberjack licking lemonade.
Merry mashing marshmallows mysteriously made.
Fine frolicking French frankfurters...

Read More

Along a distant path,
Rife with fog and and glimmers of plant life
A melodic sting slices through the heavy air.
The high notes almost pinch ones eardrums,
The low notes luring you to sleep.
Lines on a page forming...

Read More

Angels are almost silent
Subtle 
treadbare steppers
subliminal stalkers 
determinedly quiet 
except at choir 
a pair of cherubic hums 
can equivalate 
to the drones 
of a billion bees. 

Can you separate 
the noises
of bouncing sparrows 
on wet...

Read More

Loves Event Horizons (Choka)

Wind that fills your sails.
Sea of madness causing swell.
What is in you that propels.
That surges beneath.
Urge of invisible reach.
Marionettes under string.

We, the puppet pawns.
Those who stand with faces drawn.
Pathetic, prophetic, long.
Beseiged, all...

Read More

My Home in The Glenn

 

Passing the glen walking a curving path

Following the red bird, skipping on strath

Trees bend with the winds beaconing

Their invitations to come into the forest

Tall and thick with shadows moving

With ghost...

Read More

Sometimes my mind feels lost in a maze
A place its been tracking back and forth for days
And days
The trails of time sit open wide,
But still i feel trapped in the events of my own mind
Things...

Read More

"Water is the gift of life,
That makes things grow just right

So full of energy and power,
Providing light to every home and tower

By itself it can cleanse,
Dirt or an original sin

Sometimes we find ourselves in hot...

Read More