Long Clopping Poems

‘tap, tap, tap’

your petite knuckles
gently attacking my door -
I envision their French-painted nails
dancing in the shine of
the hallway light
like a row of bishops bowing to the Pope
(your sensual sacrilege)
I don’t make a sound
though my eye...

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As the last man on the planet Earth,
Time has become my mortal enemy.
A whole world to walk silently alone,
In fruitless reflection of what was.

The streets are fully empty now,
But I can still hear the traffic.
The...

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An alienation of Revelations

The rudimentary elements, all collapsed broke free
The whole ordeal made no sense at all
Eclipses and darkened wars of solitude made the eve
It was difficult to comprehend and to accept.
The deluge of torrid...

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We sat in clusters, on couches, giggling at the antics of the wild ones, the PP’s.
Aka popular peers, who were dancing with self confidence that oozed into the walls.
The PP’s were gyrating to folksongs, flinging...

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*** At Age Seventeen ***

At 17, the wooden heels of my boots echoed
My audacious immaturity along my entire way 
    exploring
Manhattan’s south-end area.  Its long blocks, I routed 
For the reason...

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I.

I’ve lost my sense of silence…

I’ve lost my self
So now I hate everything
I want nothing to do with anything
Does this make you sad?

It makes me sad, sure,
And even as I curse even that sadness
I cant...

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The Ballerina

A little girl no more than three or four
She spends her day listening to the music from her mother’s radio
She dances a beautiful dance for her age
Even the clopping of her feet is magical
Yet,...

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Someone who once loved me dearly
Now despises me.
In such small things are paved the roads to hell.
A turning away from grace.
A tail-spinning stumble down the stairs,
Hitting my head on my lofty ideals
On my mistaken belief...

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Shades of Sunrise

Dew about to escape
Breath exchanging life's elements
Another day of deals
Running shoes padding rhythms
Ready the boardroom battles
Clopping horses arriving for oats
Tourists to enchant
Occasional honk
Distress already starting
Cabs feeling lonely
So goes
Central Park awakening

Chad's sunrise-oppression unbearable
One tree...

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The mysterious cloaked woman stiffly walked down the dark damp alleyway. 
She listened to the talkative wind blow through the leafless frozen trees as if they 
were whispering about the sad look upon her face....

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There was a time
not so very long ago
when clopping horses
and sighing sleighs
and paddle splashing canoes,
and then, later, trains
and electric streetcars
were the resounding heart
of multicultural transportation.

And local newspapers
with indigenous, 
perennially planted village editors
among ecoschooled
one-room patriarchal chiefs
competed...

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"A Bitter Sweet Tragedy"

   It was a typical mid-morning, on January 15 1919, on Keany Square in
 north Beantown, you could hear the hooves of horses clopping up and down.

   Above...

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Almonds encased in hard red candy
Brandy from snow white walnuts
Collateral damage to the left front bumper of the sled
Dietary restrictions on anything considered a spice
Everything more often wins the day
Francesca left her pie though (no...

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I’m not sure
I have the strength anymore
To be discovered

Stepping into the cold black lake of February
Clopping to work in frozen slop
Snow snarling at my ankles

Car coughing
Windshield gritting its white teeth

I wear a body double of...

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‘Tis the season
‘Tis the time
Time for presents
Time for lists
Lists of things to do
Lists of people to love
Love the cold
Love the warmth
Warmth of smiles
Warmth of promises
Promises for Santa
Promises to keep
Keep the fire burning
Keep the wind away
Away...

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Running wild propelled by echoes of thunderous hooves clip clopping rhyme

A troop of stallions gallop in assonance over fields of pasture in adnomination

Display streams of collective unconsciousness un-trapped by stirrups and reigns

Apposition knows no boundaries...

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I woke with a horse clip clopping along, 
I woke with its shuffling hoof,
On the cobblestone ground beside my doorway, 
I woke with the rain on the roof…
What, where and when had I woken up...

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The  Daggers  
by Stina Lu

I spent  thousands of years
burning my flesh
Casting, hardening, forging ...
The daggers

Put one of them
on the summit of the Olympus
The holy gods feared 
and disappeared 

Pierced one in the...

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was it a dream
or did we climb with giddy
anticipation
to the widows walk of the ancient house
and look out upon the Missouri River
silently rolling  by?
Ghosts of steamers drift under the fog on the
river top
music drifting...

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What I Once Saw Dancing, Wearing No Shoes

I saw a terrifying ghost today,
apparition of the ages gone by
There was far too much sadness in its play
dancing long dark clouds in a weeping sky!

I saw a...

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Lying down with my eyes open,
spending my day in the dark

Then she comes close,
follows her a hint of spark

Gleaming my face with the light of her smile,
she holds my hand

It starts to rain as I...

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On a humble donkey he once rode
Thunderous crowds by the road
Liberation they craved or
A salvation he gave forth

He rides into Jerusalem once more
With no glare from two thousand years ago
Fear has pulled back praisers out...

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DROSHKY RIDE
I and my love, one night out for a ride
the droshky driver knowing where to go
in this, the strangest world where love should hide
if one's out with someone they shouldn't know;

the night song from...

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A snowball bobbed upon the waves 
That raged just like a fireplace, 
And as it rested for a while 
A breeze blew in its face.

His friendly Salmon, all cod eyed 
Ate laughter from a can,...

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COCONUT

Is it coconuts that I hear
It’s maybe a sound effect
Horse hooves clip-clopping
Yet now just as half shells
And not much hair is left
Rubbed off over the years
I know that condition well

One of many proud seeds
Falling down...

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