Long Berets Poems

Wounded Sacred Dementia: Part Two

Dementia's derelict WinLose SocialWorker
suboptimizingly hesitates
when I tell her
I have not changed my mind
about not adopting Fetal Alcohol Syndrome
into my vulnerable home
with a seven-year-old AfricanAmerican boy
blind
and unable to defend himself,
or even run...

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It was a cool, overcast and windy Sunday afternoon in March 2014. We were about 50 miles from Paris, at my Grandmère’s (grandmother’s) farm. She lives in Paris, but she owns a Château and surrounding...

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I still feel under the weather today April 2nd, 2023

Unseen enemy invades my body 
with platoon of green berets air
rating, and enfilading immune system viz 
Hib bully knock and sock kin me 
courtesy roebuck seers...

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I loathe feeling under the weather...,

especially when nasty elephant 
(named Thomas the pachyderm)
stomping to break loose courtesy tether,
where antibodies of mine 
struggle to band together
loosely analogous to voters
standing in a queue
waiting to cast their vote
(while...

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His parents' worst nightmare that left them disheartened
is the sad tragic tale of Dennis Lloyd Martin

On a family outing at Cades Cove park
Dennis, his brother and some friends on a lark

Playing hide and go seek...

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One of the greatest coverups of Park Rangers and The FBI took place in
The Great Smokey Mountains National Park in Tennessee on June 14, 1969. It involved a six year old named Dennis Martin who...

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,
                       A black cloud descends….        ...

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(for those in Kwangju: May 18, 1980)*
after Dante

Taking this peach within the mouth, the tongue 
hovers around its sunset skin like a lover
and its Sappho sweet bite is heaven. A song

of honeysuckled rivers is like...

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Today, let's be asymmetrical as we have never been
                 before
         ...

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Malice police injustice
This is a career choice
Not a choice to be a criminal
A profession just normal
Like any other
Tell me if the police have power?
Over the residents of own motherland?
How will strangers be treated?
Tell me if...

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Just a garden variety generic wordsmith 
teasing out reasonable rhyme courtesy ploy;
self plagiarizing boot juiced barely abiding
by ruff dogma, with enigmatic joie
de vivre charisma, 
which oft times witnessed
gentle green giant gentile goy
essentially me being a...

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the humid thick air of a July 10 evening 
streets of new york city in july
heat that invites two wretched souls
into the beatnik hall

coffee pouring- smell of tobacco burning
a squares  mistake of showing up...

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Boot juiced abiding
     by ruff dogma, with joie
de vivre, which oft times witnesses
     me being a decoy
occasionally feigning
     tubby an Anchorite, ahoy!

Life in...

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Twas the day before Christmas and out on the range
Some strange guys were shooting some things that were strange
There were Springfields and Mausers and parkerized pistols
And a guy in a trench who was blowing a...

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Two grizzled master sergeants repaired to the NCO Club to cry in their beer.
Their jawing invariably turned to discussing the 'old army' of yesteryear.
They grew up in the 'brown shoe' army and of it they...

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In the morning I heard howling in the air,
The most rooted oak bows in awe and swear,
In the prior gleam of sunset, were greeted with pride,
In perilous fights, our flags and stars never hide. 

What...

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A boy King was born in Bethlehem piquing the interest of three very wise guys.
They came from the East guided by a mysterious Star streaming from the skies!
They got a fix on the Star with...

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Summer sight


Ripples of the river, in addition, current of the slope
And canoe's shake, ahead lover's smiley face
Foam like milky run, sprinkles of icy flakes
Scatters of cold drops, and sprinters of river's
Funniest on earth I was...

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This may seem a vacuous subject upon which to muse,
But ain't it amazin' the myriad of hats from which to choose?
Browsin' through the haberdashery or millinery shop in town,
You're bound to find the perfect lid...

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One little girl knows that she has a forever family waiting for her in America. She has many special needs. She is wanted and prayed for.
To protect her family, I won’t name her but lift...

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Renown

There was a pub in Taunton known world over
And boy did it ever hop, good live music 
uplifted the spirits of the motley crew
or was it the smell from the clouds of smoke?

I tell you...

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D   Daisy plays, and Violet bathes in a sudden evening rain                      ...

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Dimly lit with staged spotlight 
The beatnik coffee house 
Espresso or moca in every cup 
Black berets and sandals (optional) 
Digging the sounds of be bop  
In dark sunglasses 
Renditions of Miles and Coltrane...

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I yearn for shades of Autumn and all that it could bring 
the chromis strews of redding bricks the chilly burrr 
Blushing apples high as kites tied to apron strings   
and acorns full...

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it’s not its striking unique slate of tones
as if vincent had risen from his century
long sleep
it is not nature’s rich hypnotic melodies 
or the slim fingers of gusts touches our
very cores 

stirs emotions in the...

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