Long Californian Poems

Merov’s Ghost (1) and Other Shots Across My Bow!

In mid-November of Fourteen, I published my first web verse here, (2)
the earliest spanned sixty years, composed for Senior English class
one night in Nineteen Sixty-One. Assigned just...

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I will never forget the Feast of Tabernacles at Lake Arrowhead
I spent my nights there in our beautiful rented house
With Spy loyally by my side
 He slept on my bed and kept me feeling comfortable...

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I moved to San Francisco from across the bay in early 1977. At 19 years old, dad got me a two-bedroom house in the San Francisco suburb known as the Ocean District. It was the...

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Stokey 2014

I am working the door

At an all night bar

Sometimes I think I have spent too much time alone.  These long nights remind me of flowers and effigies. I drink too much.  There’s...

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Amidst nocturnal blue naked confessions 
of our intertwined souls, hearing the 
mellifluous melody and symphony of 
our ocean, lulling our inner child’s deepest 
sapphire emotions in the depth of our 
sensitive corners—a blue ecstasy, like...

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Neglecting the love song in my mind's eye
Directing my thoughts to your flawed lie
You're the highlight in my life, dynamic diamond 
You're the friend and foe in my nightmarish dream - I am fond of...

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Gabriela Andersen-Schiess was a long-distance runner
Who ran a marathon in the heat of a Californian Summer
It was the Los Angeles Olympics in nineteen eighty-four
You might remember it well and the crowd's thunderous roar.

It was the...

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In Times New Roman, I font
to hitch wagon to a star.

Alias Adobe Jenson Albertus Aldus here
wed Alexandria (Algerian, an all around
American Typewriter gal) scattershot
with Antiqua ancestry, she told me
after I Aster while Aurora Borealis

shimmered overhead,...

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Legend Of The Black Dove  
                            ...

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Earlier in the week I was pretty sick and Peter was pampering me. One night, as Peter was taking away my tea tray, I took a selfie to send to my mom - as proof...

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Alias Adobe Jenson Albertus Aldus here
wed Alexandria (Algerian, an all around
American Typewriter gal) scattershot
with Antiqua ancestry, she told me
after I Aster while Aurora Borealis

shimmered overhead, while temporarily
embarking on long day's
journey into night
("yule Jean," I uttered
for...

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Never attempting of striking it rich,
whenever my cravings give me another itch,
I'm used to a quite and simple life:
enjoying good food and sharing a coldl glass of wine 
when relatives and friends drop by;
why be...

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Me barber’s still one of them blokes who lives the school of old,
using methods quite old fashioned to what modern trends unfold,
so with scissors, clippers, hot towel, then lathered with a brush,
he’ll shave you with...

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THINGS    THAT    HATE    ME

Spaghetti,   for I don’t allow it to outrun my utensil
I chop it all to inch-long pieces then use my fork as...

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Can you love me like you do again?

I am gonna leave vengeance to God
Because enemies strike me down
I just sit there and I hopelessly nod
I’ll give you the crown and the spotlight…
I will just wear...

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He shall not let in if she knocks on door,
“that frivolous blonde he shall have no more”,
he curled himself up in silken soft bed,
in the warmth of heat his cheeks glowing red!

the wind went howling...

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Black Hotel
Immortal fear, 
blind rage appears on black rock… 

How does it rise along on a lonely beach?
…an outcrop of the night!

A black hotel looms like inevitable doom 
from the cloudy regions of the stratosphere.

It...

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How many springs that bloomed and withered like flowers?
How many winters that came and melted in front of me?
How many summers that burnt my skin and dried the land?
How many autumns had covered the front...

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Fall semester starts tomorrow. It’ll be exciting - for a few days - but it won’t be long before we’ll miss the tanned bodies of summer, the cool, clear lake-water or lounging carefree, on bright,...

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Across the vast Californian Death Valley I went out for a drive
The temperature gauge was reading a hundred and twenty five.

Despite the unforgiving temperature, I was staying nice and cool
I had the air conditioning on...

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Life relapse and develops new memories and experiences sighted through brown eyes
Miles of driving, walking. Thousands of laughters, a few bad habits, a gorgeous dream for an addict
Later in life finally files success, the prism...

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In the land of golden sunshine, where the waves do crash, 
There lies a tranquil beauty, a Californian marsh. 
Where waters shimmer softly, reflecting skies so blue, 
A haven for the creatures, and a sanctuary too.

The marshland...

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Light green leaves, wineberries on brown stems grow in New Zealand's native bush
Sally drinks a glass of red wine each night laughing
Forest of tall trees awesome in their backyard
The mystery beyond an endless river chasing...

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In April of nineteen twelve, a ship set sail so grand,
A tale of wealth and power, a journey well-planned.
Warnings were ignored, the ship sped through the night,
Men on duty sleeping, Californian unaware of Titanic's plight.
Steel...

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Infantile ignorance takes a barge and a ship then sets sail. Passing one jellyfish stop and wave. But passing over nineteen thousand jellyfish stop and shoot. Shoot till all gone in a gloopy mess tangling...

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