Long Chided Poems

“Son”...”say goodnight to grandpa”

Spurred by mother dearest 
as well as other politesse
drummed into her second born
fobbing blandishments as incentive
tumbled off fingers of prodigal son
tripped wordsmith to splutter forth
forthwith the following lines.

Back in the day 
quaint...

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Colin is a cabby with a proper taxi cab
He drives for all the passengers an Uber didn’t grab
Which means he has a lot of time to kill most every day
And lots of evil folk to...

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Date: April   2051

Dolly was beginning a slow panic.
"Alright this can not fail! "Where are
They now? The wedding is tomorrow!"
I wanna call Virginia make sure their
On the up side at home. I I can...

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"Dandylion" 

The guy was a 
Dandylion 
there was 
no denying it

full of promises
and making wishes
residing over 
this new world

poetically 
speaking, he
shone like 
the Sun

he sat on his throne
for all to see
the mane man
roaring non-garrulous

declaring 
to...

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It was midnight and my dream was shattered
I fell into darkness
A nightmare
I was sinking, drowning, dying…
But then I heard the laugh of a child
Carefree and joyful was the music of her lips
She smiled and suddenly...

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(a university-life vignette)

It’s a Friday night, Leong and I are at a small restaurant close to the dorm called “Ordinary.” We’re in a cozy, pleasantly dark, little red booth—waiting for Lisa—who’s running late. This is...

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Some Danced Down Lanes, In That Hippie Holocaust

Thoughts of those days when so many felt all was lost 
some danced down lanes, in that "hippie holocaust".
O' horror, long hair and showing too damn much skin
with...

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I was reading Dragon a book, like to children, you should always do.
Yes, it was about a fairy princess and the dust she scattered everywhere, too.
Apparently it added magic, wherever she scattered it, as along,...

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Solitary rituals of mourning the write way, right?

Papa... bless his (your) heart and soul,
impossible mission your second born
sole male heir cingularly communicates,
viz his avocational crafted poem, since
written words, mine metier
write most pained words

with great difficulty,...

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Odyssey from Africa 15b (Southland)

“Like an antelope in stature 
Yet they hopped along like sparrows!
On big hind limbs like a rabbit’s
With a rat-like tail behind them
 
“At the sight of such strange wonders
I was wakened...

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A cool breeze touches my skin
And I close my eyes
A memory washes over me
Through my hair
And I smile
Slowly 
Lingering there

Standing there, here by a pile of clothes
Under the evening sun gently swaying from the sky
Inside...

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Sappho Translations IV by Michael R. Burch

Sappho, fragment 133
translation by Michael R. Burch

Blushing bride, brimful of rose-petaled love,
brightest jewel of the Goddess of Paphos,
come to the bridal bed,
tenderly entice your bridegroom.
May Hesperus lead you starry-eyed
to...

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Amélie Beth Harris-McGeehan

December first 2020 equals
thee above named sibling
whereby she completed
LXIII earth orbits around the sun
therefore incumbent upon me
(cuz yours truly to wish happy birthday

at receiving end of much largesse)
to wax poetic regarding beloved sister,
which...

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When my eyes met his,
                    Met his, for the first time
     ...

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Everyone has a childhood witch.  Mine was Florence.  I would run and hide when she walked past our house, stooped over, staring at the sidewalk.
Her hair was an ugly gray color, held away...

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They say just there beyond the valley, that
there lived inside a house, a little cat
who never went outside to run and play;
she had to spend her time indoors each day.

Beside the window, curled up on...

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My Phone

I've just been down to Tesco to get some shopping done,
I never go with money cos I have a little fun
You see it makes me snigg*r when I hear old ladies moan
'What was wrong...

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Part Two

To have written is to leave but a mark
  nothing stands for the proud rhyming syllables
    more than his acquired business acumen
a Vaishya karmic hope

Now we stand aghast before this...

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I remember the rumble
It seemed so distant at first, a whisper in this urban jungle
No one seemed to notice it
There was no proof,no broken glass, no fires lit

I remember the sound of it 

It was...

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Is He watching?
When my tongue thirsts for sin,
Gamble my faith with filth,
When my tongue spills its worst,
My ears long to be filled with corruption,
When my fingers linger to steal,
My feet tread over and along faults?

Is...

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FORGIVENESS

“How oft should I forgive him?”  a man asked Christ one day;
I’m sure he was surprised with what Jesus had to say.
He thought if he forgave him a few times he had done
More than...

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It is not the case that Jesus ever physically rose from the dead,
Only that he was spoken of as alive afterwards by his followers, 
Because his offer of medical treatment to the poor stood, the...

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It is not the case that Jesus ever physically rose from the dead,
Only that he was spoken of as alive afterwards by his followers, 
Because his offer of medical treatment to the poor stood, the...

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Gather 'round me, my dears,
I'll continue the tale
Of a princess and her pirate lover.
Of her crown unencumbered,
They pillaged and plundered
As they wandered the seven seas over.

Crimes maritime were elating
And invigorating
'til Jack noticed a bulge in...

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originally my intent to expound on memories 
   when paternal grandfather erode
out to said residence, and averse to expand horizons 
   asthma late mum didst goad
him (in vain) to commingle, find...

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