Long Cataracts Poems

[Well, ShallowMan’s ne’er at a loss
for voicing shallow thoughts that gloss.
With trenchant wit he reaps the dross
when seeking sense in applesauce.

But to his aid flies FactoidMan
who always has a Fact at hand;
with him, who needs...

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A harrowing drive on the Schuylkill Expressway
(route 76) both heading into
(and a small number of hours later
exiting) center city Philadelphia
to Schwenksville on May 19th, 2024.

Yours truly (a doodling Yankee), and the missus
went to town, NOT...

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Moods oscillate in cadences of peaks and valleys
Music to fractious emotions on greasy dance floors
Mistimed cues of flares smouldering relationships

Angst of redundancy seethes from within as lava
Anger is camouflaged with the cloak of reticence
Ardour suffocated...

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I.
You can always tell by the eyes
When they’re starting to go
You’ll fall for a few of their lies
Before you begin to know
And you will just defy it
(But they know you will never go)

They’ll glide through...

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The Deception of Free Verse: Dreams I, Translation of Etiemble’s L’imposture du vers libre by T. Wignesan 

(From René Etiemble’s only poetry collection: le Coeur et la cendre: soixante ans de poésie (the heart and...

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“The Seance” 

It was macabre you see,
we were all summoned,
and therefore found ourselves
in the front parlour of Ballylee;

In our dreams
we thought we were poets
of fabulous notoreity, 
the head ghoul set us straight on that.

The planchette...

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What I'm Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and All This Confuses Me
 

       What I'm Gobsmacks, Bamboozles and All This Confuses Me
          ...

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I say I want peace
Yet I hate my brother
It's not what I was taught by my mother
She said get along with one another
But that's not what I learned from my father
His propaganda soaked in like...

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Harried Harris heir still feels horrid courtesy heist he doth declare...

Earlier this merry month of May
a goniff who possibly did gossip
about his/her surreptitious exploits
when he/she brazenly
accessed ATM machine
situated at 13 West Ridge Street
Lansford Pennsylvania 18232
pulled...

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I was asked to read some poetry down at an old folks home,
Where they'd lost need for toothbrushes, and naturally a comb,
That is the blokes of course, who are gummy, stooped and bald, 
And closing...

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The skeletons and songs of samsara eternal
fleshed, fattened and flamed in karmic harmony,
your heart begins to beat in dark plethora roll
an in utero thunder thumps godly
as the warmest water touchable enshrouds,
you haven't yet forgotten the...

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Eye cannot envision not wearing glasses

Ever since second grade
an ever stronger prescription
for nearsightedness donned my countenance,
cuz myopia (inherited courtesy
both parents) rendered me 'As Blind as a Bat' .

For some reason,
I wanted side arms
that wrapped behind...

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Sometimes I still use a cordless house phone. 
When I call her I imagine her wrapping an invisible cord around her finger 
as if she were only walking slowly the opposite direction as the cord...

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Art History

I stand erect with outstretched hand Representing liberty, for many, a foreign land My fire dances an incessant jubilant glow
I represent hope for the oppressed to sow

 Pungent salts mixed with glassy sands
 ...

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When I was only two bricks and a ticky high I wrote my first ever treatise

Three blind mice unbeknown to me highly philosophical not just to please

The Gods of poetry duty bound on their quest...

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Moods oscillate in cadences of peaks and valleys
Music to fractious emotions on greasy dance floors
Mistimed cues of flares smouldering relationships

Angst of redundancy seethes from within as lava
Anger is camouflaged with the cloak of reticence
Ardour suffocated...

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when Animal Farm is not a feeding manual

and Clockwork Orange strikes at midnight

Dali’s time piece warps under face value

and an eagle-eyed-cuckoo flies over its nest


beneath the cover of cotton candy clouds

she relieves herself into Magritte’s...

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                 In the vast expanse of 
forgotten time, the now balances on the strings 
of eternity, cryochron-ology 
of the...

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1st Corn 15:4 according to the Scriptures.  All of my battles and yours as well really
do originate in our minds 'cause our minds are the windows to the world.'  As we
think, therefore, we...

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She could see pink
over the vanity that her husband had built.
Someone had removed its mirror,
oh, long ago 
and put it in the alcove with the window
so she could sit and look over the cemetery and...

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Daytime has downgraded joys into sorrow and fearful shadows lead the way

The stars above have abandoned me and heaven has closed down for repairs

Once there had been a comet a rising star lighting up my...

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I AM  ELDERLY AND THIS IS HOW  DOES AMERICA TREATS ME---

I AM...
Elderly;
And how does, How does America?
Feel, this is real, how they treat me;
Treats me!

75 million devalued and hidden;
Beginnings onslaught fragile, feeble maybe...

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...The wee ones simply want to be loved. 
Or at least get a glimpse from 
a {smart}phoned adult.
They wish for a sandbox with a playmate or two.
A warm peaceful bath
every bubble filled with 
a fairy...

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Your wise eyes glistened with cataracts, showing me the hazy Indian sky
The wrinkles on your face, the lines by your eyes, showed me the joys of the hills and caverns of the lands
The raised veins...

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like cataracts
on a grey old dog
a light fog lay over the low, amber moon
a stiff breeze blowing
but next to the ground only
so the layer of fog stayed put above
eerily ... hauntingly
I had walked the dirt...

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