Long Chirped Poems

This happened last Fall, during Thanksgiving break.

Lisa and I were at the MET (The Metropolitan Museum of Art), with her family, at an exhibit of Art Deco sculpture. Lisa and I came out of a...

Read More

Again the alarm is set.

Strawberries, date squares…Yum, Yum.   

The alarm rings again. The tea party is over.

 She returns to her perch where her wings are immediately clipped by the Bald Eagle who...

Read More

The sunshine and singing birds, awoke me that fine day;
And warmth caressed my face, as the wrens began to play.

I stretched luxuriantly in my bed, while smiling broadly,
At the gaiety of beautiful summer, in all...

Read More

Next few days August 2049

Early morning dawning everything 
Was wondrous wild flowers 
Sprawling. 10:35 am Polly called 
Molly just to shot the breeze so
It seemed. "Hey Molly. Um uh can I visit you
 Maybe for...

Read More

It’s Friday afternoon. Anna, Lisa, Leong and I are sitting around our common room - sagging actually - after a long day.
“I need a break,” I said, “now’s the time - today, this day -...

Read More

Midterms are over and I killed ‘em (Yes, even physics) - yeah me! I spent the last two weeks like prisoners do, marking off days until - freedom. Now the pressure’s off and I can...

Read More

I wrote this poems some years ago when I was invited to be on a television program to read a Christmas poem to children as they gathered around me...I had not written a Christmas poem...

Read More

~***Part Two of Vanish Away the Anguish series…read Part One, Holding You, if you haven’t done so! Thanks***~

I’m not sad, okay? Would rather be smiling day to day
With gladness and happiness in addition 
To satisfaction...

Read More

“a mute tongue is a slave to silence” - Silent One

You rouse the proud, sung praise all wowed
     Who draws the crowd and plays so loud?
Sway befits a rock star jam
...

Read More

" THE TALE Of A YELLlOW  PONCHO" - Something OLD (posted in 2020)
                     ...

Read More

spun …

the dust devil did
(unusually strong, that)
but instead of leaving another layer of
light-blocking powder
it cleaned the solar panels like
Windex and microfibre -
shiny … as new
thus, the cells absorbed the
sun’s best rays
drinking in photons like a
parched...

Read More

Under the towering bridge, beside the tulip garden, next to the curvy ridge, sat a soldier awaiting no one.
 
Merged with a melody of notes, when the rappling river hummed it's tune, this man felt...

Read More

I was a skillful, amiable nursery worker, cultivating blooms in a greenhouse,
Like feverish and fragrant blooms, often grown in redbird's green treehouse.

Hours were spent sowing seeds, adjusting conditions, and also and pruning,
As June full moon...

Read More

Went for a ride with my wife into the desert.
Going for stationhouse rides can be fun, lots of pictures.
The wife is an artist in her own right picks sometime come first, painting next.
Watching her passion...

Read More

Cont'd from Cupid and Psyche: Part 1

And so, the tricky goddess 
got sacks of different seed.
She mixed them up completely 
and said: "Here's what I need.

You have to sort the millet, 
the barley and the...

Read More

Interview with a Dying Tree.

       I had bought a mango sapling twenty five years back from a fair and  
        planted...

Read More

'Twas a creepy, delightful, suspicious domain
near exact to my home but too clean to explain.
All the dishes were done and they winked with great charm
as the coffee pot chirped with a welcome alarm.

As intrigued as...

Read More

Last night I had a vision
of a magic hummingbird
Who’d come with mystic wisdom
to a question he once heard

My dream became a story 
that was written just for you
upon a prism rainbow   
he created...

Read More

.         Fairy Tale to Tell

                      ...

Read More

It was coming up for Christmas in the town of Soup Creek
Everyone was in good spirits and they had been all week
Jenna's saloon was very busy and Tania was about to sing
Folks had to stand...

Read More

She walked amongst the garden pews,
to smell the rose and honeydew.

She walked under the waning moon,
milky white with sweet perfume.

The restless chirped and sang their songs,
and cold wind kissed her hair and skin.

Although alone, well...

Read More

She kept it all inside her
and never spoke a word,
though her thoughts flew and darted
like a trapped and frantic bird.

Inside her was a garden
that was hung with Spanish moss,
like the massive oaks were weeping
to remind...

Read More

In the small town that I grew up as a child, streets were neat and prim.
Trees lined up in rows of green statuesque figures. Children playing, riding bicycles, roller skating in the warm summer breeze....

Read More

Hovering over a flashing sign
At the portal to our oil town
Chirped the fluttering sparrow
To the tiny desert flower
That had just offered
Its first golden smile
To the rising sun of spring:

“Eh, ye! What are these guys upto
Erecting...

Read More

Anxiety about what I might think preceded me
As I sat on the stool in the middle of my living room
Ready to think about who knows what,
I relaxed for a moment and then closed my eyes.

Gratitude...

Read More