Long Carob Poems

Is it Epson Salt?

All those nice villas along the coast are empty save for stray cats and those too poor to live inland because the sea stinks like bouillabaisse gone off. Marine life and sea...

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Is it Epson Salt?
All those nice villas along the coast are empty save for stray cats
and those too poor to live inland because the sea stinks like
bouillabaisse gone off. Marine life and sea plants have...

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The new language

It was late August, on a glaringly hot day, when I felt dizzy
went to sit on a gigantic carob tree full of beans on thick leaves 
to sit in its cooling shade; it...

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Time moves on forward fast,
Like rapids hurtling unheedingly headlong
Towards a sheer deep cascade,
And plummet down below in a mighty roar
To flow relentlessly towards the infinite sea
Drifting straight into eternal oblivion.
Yet time can ne'er erase all...

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Indian Elephant 

I know of an Indian elephant that is small for it type, but very sharp.
 It worked in a circus one day it sat down and lectured the public
those who came here to...

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The Indian elephant


I knew of an Indian elephant who worked at a circus 
on an act where unhappy animals sit up and beg 
and sad clowns who know they are pathetic dance
one day, the elephant...

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Fat woman in a tree 

The old carob tree by the roadside had grown big leaning partly 
over the road and trucks often brushed against branches which 
caused the tree or the person in the...

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Portugal in September. 

Perfect translucent day and I can see the peculiar nature again, 
as it is no longer a blur of glaring sunlight. It is like meeting 
an old friend, one who was rumored...

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The morning's first cup is sweetest, rich and hot, 
as I look through my kitchen window at the hickory.

The low branches will come off first.

Once upon a time I'd climb it, perch atop the high...

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Chattering Plants. 

The fig tree has lost its big soft leaves and looks like a petrified 
octopus in the middle of a nightmare.  What the hell happened 
to the ocean? It tells itself”, I´m...

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If I were to stray from the straight road,
meander along twisted olden paths
let me not see an ordered place
like some new grown garden
designed by some modern nursery
to whom you must pay a hefty price.
 
Give...

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August Forenoon 
There is a sale on in the dress shop bathing trunks reduced up 
to 40%. It has been a good summer and few local people have 
died but the price of coffins stay...

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The dark, mango, guava, carob trees
The resting place of all birds and bees
Appears deserted by human civilisation
The lonely nature's foundation
There sits a songbird--------
And sings a sweet morning song------
Which enchants, delights, fascinates us
It, itself perches in...

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Portugal in May
These rounded hills surrounding my valley is lush 
green with yellow flowers, wish I were a horse, no 
jutting military granite jaws around here; God, when 
making Portugal, had women in mind. 

A...

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Domestic Landscape


There used to be many small farms or homesteads around
Here where I live, they are abandoned now,
Except for some wretched relics unable to move, acres so
Small earth could easily be ploughed by a mule.

Nostalgia...

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Umbrella of Love. 
If you drive along the asphalted narrow road that runs
Parallel with the vine plants, turn left, you will see
A muddy road more like a track now after rain,
From here you have to...

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Changing  world 



Where the woods of unruly domestic trees on
The other side of the road has not always been there
It used to consist of small homesteads and poverty
People left for France or America never...

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Oil Change 
I’m not a poet never was, but I like to tell stories 
Most of the stories are for my inner ear, 
But for some reason my collections are called poetry.
I’m a practical chap,...

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Dawn of man

Out of the night came the dawn a mild breeze 
blow petal off a rhododendron, a magic carpet 
on a whitewashed wall sunlight and shadow dance.
The dogs were still asleep, the cock had...

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Nature sonnet
I have been walking in a domestic land abandoned and
Left to go wild and there is a struggle for dominance among
The trees the olive and carob tree especially
Grow tall and imposing while berry bushes...

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Set smoke, so sweet, so delicate
Something fuliginous, so intricate
Ocher bronze is all that I can see
You're beautiful, a dime to me
Spheres of the purist maple syrup
Sums them up; affectionately
Flowing through my heart, forever over my...

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Rustic Morning 
Still, early morning and coarse grass had stopped crying
But the carob tree was still tearful someone had broken its branch
The one that was easy to grab from the lane.
By the stone fence, a...

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"It's Thanksgiving" is a children's song, sung to the tune of "Oh, My Darling Clementine".

It's Thanksgiving, it's Thanksgiving,
It's Thanksgiving-time to eat;
Turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes,
Pumpkin pie...yum, what a treat!

Bonus activity: Ask children if they were preparing...

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My husband bought some ice cream – 
Rather costly, but on sale.
“Organic” said the label
So assumptions did prevail…

Perhaps it would be healthy
(Though we usually don’t care)
Or made of some ingredients
Imbuing it with flair.

Instead, it tasted...

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Sun in Your Eyes. 
In the white sea of sun bleached straws 
I saw a crow struggle, go under drowning 
In the glare of sun heat and the end 
of everything I was given the...

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