Long Chartreuse Poems

Here's the deal...
   This is, as indicated, the 2nd HALF of this poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this piece had to be posted in 2 parts. 
   The 1st...

Read More

Fishing Boats On The Beach at Les Saintes - Marie’s-de-la-Mer

                  Vincent Van Gogh (1853 - 1888), Arles, June...

Read More

Canned ‘STINK’ - State of the Art for Crowd Control
                         ...

Read More

This poem was inspired by one of my all time favorite motion picture classics, particularly the 1939 (the 1st) edition, in good old black ad white... 
 
NOTE: This is part 1 of a 2...

Read More

“The Tear”



How many oceans of salt 
does it take to form a tear?

Unrelenting waves of sorrow 
pounding a broken heart
hears the howl of sharp beaked foolish flying monkeys
ignorant feeding frenzies swallow whole lost families 
swept...

Read More

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~          

          Welcome to the land of 
         ...

Read More

The house smelled damp and musty as I stepped into the parlor. Cobwebs laced the windows, and the plants were all but dead. 
Uncle Roy and Aunt Nadine were quite a lovely couple, and right...

Read More

Sometimes, when 
your sparkling spirit 
waltzes with me 
to the perfumed 
periwinkle grooves 
of saffron breezes, 
I'm lost in a forever gaze, 
within those 
flickering ferns
of a nascent nightmare, 
where I ain't any 
velvet-purple orchid,...

Read More

a dazzling mirror broke in thousands of pieces -
                          ...

Read More

When heinous fangs
of life drain
the amethyst glow
flowing above 
infected ripples of time,
I question the 
chaos that claims
serenity through 
saline serenade 
of sirens, composed 
with midnight ink
across a mazed face 
of a starless canvas,
What if these...

Read More

At First Dawn, 
The curtains part.
The sun gently peaks over a distant horizon as its rays lightly stretch over the sky.
What was once the darkest blue speckled with small jewels is now an abstract mural...

Read More

              If a poem was a spell at wizard's dell. 
Would it say in a state of dual-singularity come to life 3D...

Read More

a walker, I.


A walker fancying himself
a hiker, on a walk, self-narrated as
an expedition.

The incline is gentle, consistent,
insistent and yet i insist,
as i am inclined to do,
to think it steeper.
In fact, to think deeper,
about most things.

a...

Read More

I was a world famous fashion designer, and quite enraptured with the new,
Like first caress of pink, peach dawn light, smiling at the full moon's taboo.

I adored laboring with colors I loved, in my fashions,...

Read More

we just met
yet ... I know you
as myself, I know you
before now, before then, before time
bounding a meadow through the dew of eventide
careful business for a muggy summer eve
a jelly jar to fill with fireflies
it...

Read More

~ (~) The journey towards home, yes quiet the tender longing, my soul, weary, inside inside-
out in between outside all about; 

given the struggle, attention... being and remaining always seemingly to be quiet-and quite 
the...

Read More

It is amazing how many super important people there are in my hometown!
At almost any intersection, I will be eclipsed by at least 2-3 individuals who are cooler
Than I could ever aspire to think to...

Read More

You have fulfilled my life with a tranquil harmony,
                        With all celestial...

Read More

I once met a waiter in Berlin.
A tall man with blonde hair, 
a long scar above his eye,
I knew his name only to be Jurgen.

Following coffee one fine day I asked this man, 
“Do you...

Read More

Remembering when
Perched high above on rocky crags
Cliffs weathered by times handprints
I saw far and wide to distant shores
Tendrils of desire radiating outwards

Riding the briny mist 
Being carried by the breath of the ocean, my constant...

Read More

Soft, simple wind go on a path that is made clear,
Freshly lays anew for each breath that one appear,
The subtle ripple spreads on a course that favors,
Fills open space and need to flow o'er layers,
Trust...

Read More

The Nap Master
HAIL the astral world of utterance,
     one befalls to eavesdrop whisperings of their sweet nothings, 
          breathlessly whisking up a...

Read More

solitude descending over mountains at tangerine dusk,
  a mellifluous Nightingale perched among green foliage and tender twigs,
           crooned nature's most graceful sonata of happiness...

Read More

Olive was vibrant and deliberated in awe in front of her wardrobe

Should she put on that glorious fox pelt for the night’s Hunters Ball

Surely it had to be politically correct and she would claim her...

Read More

*Image of Landscapes by Giphy.

Plantae I

I lie in my earthly womb
Unflowered cribbed in my ultimate bed
Bared to the encountering elements
Trifles steep their enriched parts
Distinct rain their confidences
Exert savored energies 
A nourishing obligates
'Neath the weight of...

Read More