Long Black oak Poems

The Dark Curse, The Monster and His Act Of Vengeance Averted

He killed a loud squirrel, hungry hawk and silent mouse
Tossed them in a black bag along with six dead toads
By midnight moon took all to...

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Today, this black oak forest will become my grave. 

A crow caws in the distance and I swear it is calling my name. I have never believed in omens or curses but perhaps there are...

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(1.)
As Eager Sun Rose, Rewarding Its First Bright Gifts

As dawn woke, uttering shining of its first rays
Night's darkest veil vanished into whispering winds
Rooster's clear crow, signaling a wonderful day
Full of life, with golden treasures love's...

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The Tree, In The Corner of The Woods


That tree, in the corner of the woods?

The one that peers' over the top in a valley,
high off the cliffs ridge just over there, Blue Hills.

The joyous time,...

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PRELUDE TO "THE DANCING!"


Driven asunder, the sword sliced, hacked, and chopped at the bloody mangled thing that was once a stout courageous man, in a black suit, on his way to accounting school.
Incredibly the heart...

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Sitting on the old black oak, where we used to fish together,
lost in the past, I think back, and remember a better day.
You wrote to me about your new ship, and new friends,
and your new...

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A noble Black Oak tree stands tall and tranquil 
Wearing brown, old and dried crumpled leaves
Withstanding all autumn and winter storms
Without any distress or any grief
Golden fall is long gone, cold, wet season is also...

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As Dawn Woke, Uttering Its First Shining Rays

As dawn woke, uttering first shining of its rays
Night's darkest veil vanished into whispering winds
Rooster's clear crow, signaling a wonderful day
Full of life, with golden treasures love's truth...

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Gasping Stars Look Down Upon My Tired Soul


When I need to again find my own way
late midnight walks are my mainstay
There is this place I walk and roam
comfort away from worries of my home

The sidewalk...

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I long to soar with the eagle 
To fly uninhibited about the earth
Looking down onto the mountains 
Admiring their rocky faces
To feel the clouds brush over me 
While having the wind streamline down my back
To...

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I Have Spun Tapestries Of Golden Words

I have walked paths from dawn's glowing birth
across oceans spanning earth's massive girth,
from mountains scratching on high, heavenly skies
to mysterious realms others oft deny.

A soul wandering, sometimes lost in...

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Three years ago in Éire was the last time I was free,
I used to own a boat there, and roam an Emerald sea,
by the herald of a sunset that made all the shadows flee,
shadows older...

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FOREST GIRL
I'd walk down through the forest in the rain
to see the girl in green and feel her pain
uncertain of her life so many ways
yet outwardly she'd laugh throughout the days.

All dressed in greenery of...

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FOREST GIRL
I'd walk down through the forest in the rain
to see the girl in green and feel her pain
uncertain of her life so many ways
yet outwardly she'd laugh throughout the days.

All dressed in greenery of...

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FOREST GIRL
I'd walk down through the forest in the rain
to see the girl in green and feel her pain
uncertain of her life so many ways
yet outwardly she'd laugh throughout the days.
All dressed in greenery of...

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Memories Of Bygone Days


O' yes,  how well I remember her still
giant black oak atop big wooded hill
Those treasured days now long flown by
our free spirits flying so very high

Summer days within Nature's fine realm
majestic...

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The black oak is faded
by the continuous skating of drinks:
mugs, snifters, goblets and pint glasses.
They remain stationary in formation,
anticipating the next pair of thirsty lips to arrive.
With every drop that pours
in the glass, reality is...

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FOREST GIRL
I'd walk down through the forest in the rain
to see the girl in green and feel her pain
uncertain of her life so many ways
yet outwardly she'd laugh throughout the days.

All dressed in greenery of...

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FOREST GIRL
I'd walk down through the forest in the rain
to see the girl in green and feel her pain
uncertain of her life so many ways
yet outwardly she'd laugh throughout the days.

All dressed in greenery of...

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it’s too wet, too gloomy, too damp
putting me in a bad mood,
I am too annoyed to write
I wanted to picnic today
this storm has ruined everything!
Dang it! Now the lights have gone out!
Even if I could...

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My words yield you a calm blue sky. 
I shall die, albeit on a spring morning.
It could be a misty frosty time to pray.

Maybe a cold, misty October evening.
A little rain, sun, or haze won't...

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Beyond the paved two-lane with its solid centerline,
and bounded by NO TRESPASS signs; 
beyond the turn-off onto gravel and the last barking dog 
who keeps pace with my hubcap; 

to a landing where I park...

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Across the valley I journeyed far
Upon my heart(my spirit soared in dreams!)
Underneath the glowing day-bright star,
I waded meadows and cool flowing streams.

Beauty spoke from this shining land,
of sky, flowers, birds and bees
Deeper still in the...

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the great black oak below the house,
it died of mistletoe;
my computer glasses, mislaid somewhere;
a photo of Swaps, who won the Derby 
in – was it 1955?
Lolita singing “Esa Luna Marinera” 
on cassette;
the best recipe for...

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