Long Catalogs Poems

The Stela Epic by DR. Mohammed F A Alrazak

The grains of sand, the drops of rain, makes the stage for souls to play 
The prints of feet on rocks were wonders and arts as the...

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“Let’s pop in to the rescue shelter, hon,” my wife proposed, “it’s been there now, as I recall, for close to seven months,
And I got scolded pretty good by you-know-who last week when I confessed...

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You came into her house through the kitchen. 
The big door in from the front porch
Hadn't been used for years;
Furniture stood hard against it.
A knock at the front door meant a stranger.

Aunt Celesta makes a...

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Reflection - The Fragrance of Grace

Mail order catalogs seem to have the ability to procreate in my mailbox.  Just when I think I have rendered them infertile they give birth to multiple sets of...

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It does my heart good thinking of childhood memories
When the only thing that was important were families.
Friends made at a young age have now become old friends.
But the family bonds that were made will never...

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After checking the Sears and Roebuck and Montgomery Wards catalogs until their pages were torn and faded, we took one last look at the sales ads in the local newspaper, donned our socks and sandal,...

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New World Order; Psychological Warfare

Split minds, souls at unrest; UFOs or USOs? 
Wealth, lost in the wash, fear-mongering media, 
indoctrinated control. Listen here, listen there. 
Do what you are told. Lost, chock full of filth....

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how many sustain their own sanity
pointing to the coherence of the words themselves?
see how they fit together, they say,
here I put a nice and long onomatopoeia...
there I built a beautiful alliteration...
and yet perhaps not, logic...

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Today is the day that the sun decided to come out my brother.
For today is a sign of my presence…
 Standing Alongside you smiling…
Sending you the message of love …
My strength
My brother and cherished other.
You...

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On a day such as today
or any other numbered and limbered day
you may say to yourself that the birds are singing and the sky is blue.
It is you, however, who sing internal and ring eternal.
The...

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First Snow

Daylight~
My world is covered with pure white snow

Untarnished

The branches of the red pine out my
Window, softly comforted with a thin blanket
Of downy fluff      streets, unmarked by soot,
Await transgressions of...

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Christina knows a thing or two about sacrifice 
Ceaseless days, cold offices and numbers
Checkin' catalogs for the remnant of a social life
Eats her lunches at her desk, yet she's dying from hunger

But there's a medal...

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If Left MindBody is the iconic foot of language
and resolutions,
whether for a new year
or for a new day,
then Right MindBody may emerge an ionic footprint,
syntax for regenerative language
as resonance of positive love feelings
and negative anger...

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Beautiful berry bushes have grown renegade all over our yard.
Garden catalogs call them this, it is not a name I made up.  They are beautiful, but also strangling.
They have strangled three crepe myrtles, and...

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If unused, tho filled with many memories,
This favorite pen         hesitates

Applesauce, blush-rose colored, lovingly Handmade from apples invented by grandfather's
Fellow professor friend at Ann Arbor
(Dr. Charles Haralson) zipped...

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For so long, I wondered my life ‘neath the palms
                         ...

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Want Black Magic?
Who knew I could do hoodoo?
I been doing voodoo since I was a kid in my room, dude,
Club Metz played with dolls, bruh,
Excentrix loves this nostalgia,
CrashTheGame may have caused these problems,
I don't know...

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The dusty road cuts through the rolling green plain
No twist or bend or end in sight
Only a small puddle from a recent rain
And a mailbox standing upright.

It used to bring letters, cards from one and...

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Breezes blow from salty waters -
   inhale
a gale of freshness lifts your dampened roots
and through your yurei hair
like a tablecloth is flicked to set.
Dark pools of honor glance my way
   and...

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As the holidays draw near,
Anxiety starts growing;
I empty out my mailbox,
Which is close to overflowing.

It isn’t bills or greeting cards
That’s taking all the room;
It’s catalogs, so fat and full
Of items to consume.

Every store and company
Appears...

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My sanity is at the tip of my tongue
if I could only remember how it went
I search my files and catalogs
but it's wasted energy spent

No useless knowledge of any sort
or witty comment made
no brilliant remark...

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The folded corners and wrinkled pages
of catalogs that were tattered and ripped
From the first of October until late in December
we drooled,
we fawned,
we lusted, 
we swooned and giggled
mutilating each page
until the pictures faded.

Sears and Roebuck, 
Monkey...

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Autumn has crept up on summer,
Much as age has crept on me.
Without announcement, without fan-fare,
All the evidence I see.

The sunrise is a little later,
Sunset is earlier each day.
Geese are arriving from the Northlands,
Settling in as...

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Zerrpossa.....Quite lovely wouldn't
you say so Lover?

Lover.....Quite lovely: quite lovely
but what is it?

Zerpossa.....It's the from a layered 
womans suit the long jacket is
beautiful isn't it.

Lover.... Now I'm to find something
to go with that? I'll have to
get...

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It gathered them, 
the dust in the wind,
to a one-room building
filled with laughter and friends.

A time for Johnny
to pull Sally's pig tails.
Boys hiding frogs
in girl's lunch pails.

Inkwells for writing,
catalogs for reading.
Not much else
farm kids needing.

It...

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