Long Cobweb Poems

[This poem 'No God Of  Mine' was seemingly confounding readers as
to its meaning. Ordinarily, if I felt a poem wasn't  cutting it, I'd delete
it, but on this occasion, I've been asked to explain it... so here goes.]


By...

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I was wiping the dust off an old snow globe in the upstairs attic, when a mop of honey-blonde hair suddenly appeared through the wooden flooring.
     "I thought I'd find you...

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Splat

Explosions do not always signify combustion but often combustion arrives after many years of layering the layers and tightly packing. Thus meaning that a fried piece of fat could slip and burst out of the...

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Nylon waste is often akin to a brushed out stable, manger, or stall. But brushing the carpet is often a resemblance of a swirling cloud of dust and tobacco shards and tobacco shards are not...

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Cement, sand and gravel, blood, body and soul
Eternity bred from hell's darkest hole
Combine gruesome aggregates, hydrate the mix
Mould them and dry them, then stack up the bricks.

Thought in advance and precision laboured
Set automatic, eternity savoured
No...

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PTSD

Like rabbit in the headlight caught
I want to move, i know I ought
But quicksand stuck, I’m petrified 
My body still, arms laid by side
Stretched out on mattress, naked, soaked
From sweat in which my body’s cloaked
My eyes...

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The Quality of Mercy.
A mouse doesn't ask for mercy from a cat. It can't meow the syllables.
Though its stomach is full, the cat,being unacqainted with mercy, 
will toy with a mouse. 
Does the tiny heart...

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Once upon a time in the Magikal' Forest of Ode’
 Buried deep in the mystikal forests of greene’
 Many majikal creatures are seen
 Glittering flashes that glow in firelite
 Of dancing faeries and elves in...

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With the waves crashing down on my mind
I struggle to breath, water filling my broken lungs, 
Tears mixing with the salty sea, swallowing my body in it's roiling currents
Breaking down the elements into a dust,...

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Your touch got me acting so crazy 
Got my body screaming from your heat 
Knocks me off my feet 
Drop me on my knees and give it to me right 
You got me jumping and...

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Once upon a silent summer eve, 
as fine vermilion lines, 
between bleeding moonlight, 
swiftly sailed across
  my darkness and I, 
sakura springs sang 
 dulcet melodies of 
  a deathless devotion, 
incised within...

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Nineteen Seventy-Seven Alumni

Some conspiratorial and malevolent force
     must be fast at work
     cranking chronology dial
an extraterrestrial force

     donning, housing, loosing,
   ...

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An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds,
scuppered signpost to a fetid human compost,
faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,
who might chortle at vivid veil flimsy vacuum,
skirt recklessly...

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Reviewing mine writings of yore...

(today February nineteenth
two thousand and twenty two)
helps me to become more adept
crafting literary endeavors.

Remembrance of past circumstances
and/or happenstances,
which trials and tribulations
(particularly warm fuzzy memories)
brings to cobweb riddled mind
a quaint uncomplicated existence,
where...

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She’s just tired and scared of walking home alone,
Stepping outside in the dark is among her greatest threats,
Honestly, she is afraid that any day she opens the doors and windows,
might be her last,
A hint of...

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they say forgive and forget

remember and hold to account

seems to be frowned upon

and memorable events take a while

to manifest digest and process 

narratives change with the core

at every reason and heart


‘everything is wrong and it...

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An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a  tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds ,
scuppered signpost to a fetid  human  compost,
faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,
who might chortle at vivid...

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Mr. Spider is an ugly looking creature. He has a hairy face and arms. However, the hairs on the top of his head are somewhat thinner than those on his face, and scattered all over...

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"She will reign on the cliff above the quay, this derelict house restored to her former beauty. No beast of the field, nor bird in the air shall wander her halls. Now she belongs to...

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Fairy Dance 

Where yet forbear spider hides, fairy chides 
Shall dare taunt and tiptoe on spider's web 
Silvery string hang and swing amides guides 
Slack-lining steps along until the ebb 

Shall dare taunt and tiptoe...

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Martin,
Not the German patrician, his vision was a stair
But our own peaceful prince
Well he invoked you
And not by calling Samuel back from the dead
He invoked you as seeker
He invoked as our searcher
For history, he said,...

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a cadaver is laid down on a cold dissecting table;
to study all about life, an anatomist ponders
which organ to be excised for examination without bias

he decided to use a median value of the life ...

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Silent Heart

Sad, as it maybe, I had to break my OWN heart, 
Too many nights, I sat there all torn apart
A dream girl, 
Sitting under its own corrupted auspices sky 
You the poet, in disguise
Telling...

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A sudden silence flashed across the room forcing me to stop what I was doing and listen.  

 I wasn’t sure what was going on, so I walked toward the window and looked outside,...

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She enters carefully
A journey that began so long ago
Culminating on this threshold of discovery 
With the turning of the knob, an old door, of peeling paint and squeaking hinge
The house, a derelict with broken shutters
Darkness,...

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