Long Cavalcade Poems

"Open Oceans"



Kneeling on pearls
wisdom preys

praying
preying

hungry hearts
count the days 

wasting away
in all that preying 

for prayers 
to be answered

children become
strangers

reading 
strange words

finding 
themselves puzzled

genuflecting to a deity
they do not know, nor wish to

fumbling
mouths closed,

swallowed hole
in the...

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Here he stands, Edwardian vogue, sometimes with his spats, 
sometimes with his brogues below his dungarees. With rounded collar points and tie, and jacket donned below this flying suit, his waste is tied with simple...

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Ah... tis nothing greater than...

malfunctioning heater 
on that brisk winter day
recorded here as proof positive
regarding following reasonable rhyme.

While scrolling thru 
poems crafted yesteryear,
I chanced to jog my memory where
there
occurred power outage necessitated 
more than divine...

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                       I
 Was on a winter morn gently put
   to ground,...

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It feels good to put the axe down and head in from the scrub
to spend a piece of time with mates on Fridays in the pub
and yarn about the week that’s gone, with an elbow...

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"Soft," New, Parade, just begun, ...

cars and beasts ...

roll down the crowd-filled Street.

All the engines "hum."

All the cylinders "run."

Eyes open wide.

Hearts sink.


Under a rising Tropical sun,

the nearby ocean lies gleaming,

washing across the horizon.

Strange, ... glory...

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What is it that makes us human ? It's not something you can program, you can't put it into a micro chip. It's the strength of the human heart; the difference between us and machines....

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In the collected fleece 
Soft white dappled against a crisp blue sky
Morning broke to its light of passion
As the phantom shades
Bowed their acquiescence
To the brush works of beauty 

All came to nothing
Rolled beneath the rubber
Black...

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In the backdrop where the sun had regally retreated, like a knight of the dusk,
The pipe of time smokes memories onto the face of the sky, lamenting in a sigh.
The clouds, scholars of the azure,...

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Ah... tis nothing greater than...
malfunctioning heater on brisk winter day!

Thee particular date being
December twenty eighth,
two thousand nineteen, I saith
the Jack of all trades
maintenance technician

Kevin Blank said he would notify
HVAC expert in good faith,
yet to compliment...

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It's not hard to see or tell this world of ours 
Isn't the same as it used to be. Granted, it has 
Never been perfect, but I've seen better days
I've become numb to a cavalcade...

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I
Anchored on a sun filtered shore 
Upon rocks which lay the days of yore 
In swirling pristine aquas of alluring calm 
Let it serenade heal my bruised palm

To chronicle tales of my hearts longings 
And...

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We owe it to our doctors 
 


We owe it to our doctors… 
The ones who took it to be part of Sun Pharma’s greater mission;
 
To prevent disease rather cure
Cure and control if that happens at all; 
Defying...

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I AM, "THE POETESS"

The array of pigeons stampede upon soft blue-white bears
camping on the mountaintops. Stretching shadows 
across green fields, slowly depart when sun yawns to sleep.

When moon-dust streams bathing the night sky,
horizon gleams brushing--a...

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You have called with the wolf in the winter
planted trees that you will never see grow
and we have been a sunburst from clouds that shone
with the watered light of rainbows  

Though you have cried...

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"Fragments and the crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
                         ...

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     Whoopie stayed there counting all the white people leaving while flatulantly writing a letter to the Israeli people, denying their right to exist and denying the holocaust happenings and carboned...

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I heard it from the internet,
we’re now living in a new age,
and all twinges of racism
and oppression should go away.
We have to change our sports team names,
we have to tear down the statues,
let’s target the...

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~his strength~

          Paul is a recent lone survivor
                  ...

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The Sublime Cavalcade of A Holy Ghost

I have no answers to this story of living
though I have lived with the tales of your tears
and I have waltzed in the songs of your smiling
softly kissed the...

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Ruby

Ruby Bridges was one of the first Black American pupils	
in a 'White' school 
after racial segregation was declared unconstitutional.

It was November 14th, 1960 when six year old Ruby sat in school alone,
children and teachers stayed...

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Laughing Atmospheres




It floats in the morning dew
Settles with diamonds
On cobwebs who
Catch dreams on their threads

The sensual quiet of dawn
Imbues
The grass blades are whispering
To the sifted chanting
Of being One

In a glittering pool
The sea
Dances every possibility
Day bright...

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Bells from church to cathedral rang out the chorus of screams 
in every street echoed the cheering death of millions
as confetti rainbows came falling ticker-tape parade 
from a sky of joy ashed smoke rained down...

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The evening formed shivering sable remembrances
Of so many nights before just standing in the rain,
And moonlight flickered silently over sleeping streams
A trembling golden cavalcade with no need to explain
How even in the deepest shade a...

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West Saint John has many ghosts,
As many ghosts as people.
They move in mist where shadows twist,
And scrutinize church steeples.

Martello Tower proudly sits
Upon the Carleton Heights.
A cavalcade of ghosts parade
Like Moses' Israelites.

Basil Hamilton will swear:
"There's no...

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