Long Clutters Poems

WINTER, 1948 [40 Saxton Street]

for W.W

The winter nights that pass now
are so unlike the winter nights
that passed before, that I often
struggle back in those suspended moments
when sleep grapples for a hold,
to once again hear the...

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A plethora of complex verbiage clogs and clutters solemn university tombs,
gem encrusted sequestered  vaults  impervious at least almost, 
when immediate accessibility enjoins the ultimate in verifiable clarification on matters,
that ally one disregards at...

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:) now this is what Im talking bout .... nothin iz 2 uncommon when all you got 2 eat iz Ramen 
noodles 4 all y'all poodles
 seahorse sonar struggle with senses 
far beyond the realm...

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......Flight......

Enter into the mind of madness, as it sets itself free
This is the only way that I see..
Take a trip through the universe,, called the mind..
Set yourself free leave all behind. .
Thoughts are currents of...

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Kansas Poem #4

Hey Hoss, slow down there!
No need to go so fast. Besides,
I don’t want to go 
to where you’re going, and
I don’t want to be seen 
to where you’re heading.
Hey Hoss, please turn this...

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A Poetic Mind

A poetic mind will never find it so hard to see the words....to feel the words...
to place the words so perfectly where he or she may want them to be...
in a poetic mind...

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Wake-up 'O' friend... !

Wake up 'O' friend, wake right-up from thy stupor,
Wake yourself up now, from the mind and senses induced torpor!

Wake-in to the awakening that longs to see light,
Wake in to the 'Self' with...

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There was a beautiful ship, 
That sailed from east to west,
Carrying thousands of passengers,
It was named “The Nest”.

It was the biggest ship,
Built in any of the decades,
And it had taken about 10 years,
For the complete...

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listen
be yourself in life 
that is your cure 
that is your remedy
before you trust 
trust yourself 

listen 
believe in your self 
that is the power 
you need 
there lies the spirit 
that lead you along...

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My nose is getting red like Santa’s perhaps I’ll grow a beard
Welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year
I’ve hidden all the wrapped up boxes and all the clutters cleared
My son is...

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The sound floats thru the air
Like the blanket of the sun
A man playing a saxophone 
Caught the attention of every one

And as he plays his music
 Crowds gathered on the street
Some got lost in the...

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Ah, my ambitions are wailed and buffered by unexpected winds,
and the hope for tomorrow is crunching with the weeping leaves
detaching from the branches and becoming yellow, auburn, and dry!  
Yesterday I sat by the...

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A chorus of the hungry
Father, we are here, singing choruses
To a crowd of witnesses 
A scattering of utterances among crows 
Muttering things 
About this and that
Unknown quantities of baloney  
Seasoned with desert salt
As the...

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Still heat. The dust in the gutters 
is dry. A droning fly 
can be heard through the shutters. 

Ruined walls. Rubble. Sun-cracked plaster. 
Afternoon, and nothing stirs. 
Things should be moving faster. 

Some streets away,...

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I made another mistake today
I just don't know what to say
I swore i was going to be better than yesterday
I beat myself down as I keep telling myself pessimistic thinking isn't the way.

Forgive me Lord,...

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Free Verse : Translation of Paul Verlaine’s Vers Libres

(Yet another possible translation of Paul Verlaine’s « Vers Libres » by T. Wignesan, though I prefer in my translations not to derange the visual structure and...

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Oh Lord, keep Your arm around my shoulder,
And Your hand over my mouth,
As I go about my business,
Do my work and keep my house;

And when it comes to doing that,
Help me to do just that.
Help...

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A moment of disbelief,
The world shifts beneath my feet,
Suspended in the space between
What was and what now is.
My mind can't catch up,
Caught in wonder, lost in doubt,
What just unfolded, I can't believe,
I’m still trying to...

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To my complacent Ms. Crane

I am at odds my love, your comely visage has my heart rend. I struggle somewhere betwixt carnality and a fervent want of your attention. Oh! Ms. Crane, I do so...

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Schoolyard Politics 

Schoolyard politics' basic training began in grade school,
Escalated in middle, and by high school reigned supreme. 
What should have been a pruning ground for civility and 
Respect, now clutters "the road less traveled"...

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Let your mind hold you a hostage
Let it guide your hand across the page
Where you will find a world of possibility
You will be taken beyond the city limits
Through sidewalks
Over broken memories
Past seas of people
Tossed love...

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Slaves of wages for generations
long forgotten in history’s screenplay.
Each hand for a moment has held
the torch.
The people are waiting in lines.

All toilers have resisted.
All skins have felt the blaze of blood.
The people are waiting in...

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I have a ridiculously large head,
I think I’d opt for a smaller one instead.
Oh, sure, you say that it suits me fine,
That’s because yours isn’t near as big as mine.

I bet that it weights at...

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Happily discontent, that I am, that I be

now  future
happy   discontent
achievable  out of reach
joie de vivre  bags of regrets
what I am now  what I could be
love the journey  are...

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Nowadays, it seems that most dinners are served with a sprig of parsley.
Mister Cordon Bleu, I'd prefer that it be used rather sparsely!
I suppose it makes a fanciful garnish, but that is open to debate.
The...

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