Long Cobbles Poems

 
     “It is time,” he said as he turned back to the others.  “Andghul, you and DynDoeth, make your way as closely and quietly as you can toward the...

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Pellucid pachyderms wade across
the purpling River Manjees
and Tozzath watches from the bank, 
the seat of his maroon pantaloons soaked with mud,
his nostrils flaring with the fragrance of ombadalias,
whose lacey petals flutter
like the wings of long-dead...

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They had only been practicing for a few days but DynDoeth was not surprised when he was made aware that elves were on their way to escort him to Rian.  He had his spies...

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“Father, father where are you?”  She called to him and began to worry when he did not respond.  “Are you here father?”  She pushed aside the hides that separated the main room...

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“Now, I would like to make you aware of my guests.”
     “Your guests?  Are they here?”  Seileach seemed very curious.
     “I'm sorry, but no. ...

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Peanuts slowly slid between the old man's fingers as he watched.
Unaware, his long time patrons smiled and greeted him as they passed.
The music stopping abruptly,
he listened to the sound as the nuts hit the cobbles...

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The night shone for the full moon,
Sky brewing a coarse monsoon,
Bolted were windows, locked were doors,
The frequency of death frighteningly soared.
But who was this infant high upon the hill?
He denied the storm and just stood...

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Jessica, in time, became ripe with child, the only child that she would bear. 

“I know who that baby was,” a sweet young voice interrupted the story.  This is my favorite part.
“Shhh,” came from...

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Victorian Poverty In London.
.
Slumming it in adverse poverty
In Victorian London’s  
Limehouse White Chapel and Bethnal Green 
Dingy doss houses packed to the brim
Narrow dirty streets with cobbles
And loud cartwheel din
.
Large families sharing one room
Overcrowded...

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Forth from the heaven, from the misty moorlands of all sacred woodland greens,
drop by drop by striking the pebbles and untouched vegetations oozes, 
the intoning hallowed water of evergreen woods' crystal cascades, brooks and streams.
to...

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Timeslip
David, Mum, what time's tea ready
Mum, when I say so, why
David, can I play out 'til you shout me then
Mum, yes but don't go past the corner
David, I promise.
Mum, you better had I'll not come...

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The Wind to the Wayside

     There’s an old man sleeping on the bank of a river, and he’s flying his dreams in an indigo sky. If you listen so softly, there’s...

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A STORY OF TEENAGE THUGGERY, JEALOUSY, TEASING AND TAUNTING - 
THE DESTRUCTION OF A PROMISING LIFE ................ 


Staggering down the rain-drenched street 
I see you, reeling drunkenly 
like a sailor trying to keep his balance...

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S'more sprawling poppycock

Chock·a·block discombobulated poem
for your reading pleasure
dashed off ad hoc
my final literary endeavor before
hour hand affixed
to intricately carved cuckoo clock
displaying carved leaves, birds,
deer heads (Jagdstück design),
other animals, aquatic militia man,

etc feigns firing flintlock
(announcing onset...

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[Contains - for effect - deliberate miss-spelling
and bad grammar]

That old pirate cave was a tourist attraction
The guide was in period dress
In old pirate garb and a well practiced script
This tale he would tell to impress…

...

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In Dickensian time 
Upon sunset hour
Overshadowing Thames
Is London Tower
Blackened cobble streets
Shimmer in the rain
Big Ben at Westminster
Chimes an eight bells refrain

At Euston Station
A passenger alights
On Platform 3
And enters the caff
for a nice cup of tea

At...

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So, that's it then, the Time that I kept envisioning
Has come, by itself, at its own pace,
Slower than that of a snail's
Yet, so subtly faster than even that of a cheetah's!

It's the last time that...

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The Flower Seller

Amelia wares un- cuticled painted nails, 

She hop scotches a pirate on one leg, 

Tip-toeing long sun cast morning shadows,

beneath billowing hand stitched, salty sails; 

Under an early Sun, fingers whir in a...

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She walks among you – the Valkyrie
Silent and diminutive, flitting through your lively ranks, 
Parting your shallow throngs of harsh color and raucous mirth
A somnolent angel of death and destruction, gliding 
Sensuous on marble limbs,...

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THE FISH WIVES TALE

Early morn' the clicking of clogs on the cobbled streets
The fish baskets collecting, on these cold harbour walls
It is here the fish wives gather for their morning greets
These fish; fresh as can...

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Whitechapel, you must watch for me.
Your streets unlit, they are dark and dreary.
Those ladies of night go passing by.
I’ve chosen my victim, the one to die.
I Lurk, I follow, I know this place.
I watch this...

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Tiny eyelids flutter ...
The orbs beneath, busy with their magical meanderings,
Monochromatic piano keys gently holding up your cherub cheeks.
I wonder, Squeaker, so close to the instrument ...

Do you dream of melody and metre?
Are your tiny...

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Oh second hand counting time
upon the liver building gothic clock
Waving goodwill to her dearly departed 3 sister's
Starring gainly upon lady mersey set a blitz

Climbing up her red bricks
Of the old abandoned mill's
And lighting up her...

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Auto-da-fé at Plaza Major



Sixteen-Eighty was brutal on saints and their hissing cats.
A turgid June, thickened as it was by an immature sanguinary wine
that failed to quench the civil mob.

Above the birthday cake façade, the pink...

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as Las Vegas blood pours on Manchester in droplets the shape of poker chips scattered, dropped by a God laughing all the way to the bank

when the lattice streets, corners and cobbles and bridges of...

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