Long Coddling Poems

Where to begin
in the middle of cold and dark
winter's solstice,
healthy green life's time
of impeachment,
excommunication,
dormancy?

Where does this all rightfully
and sacredly left end?

These are expansive gadfly questions,
problems,
issues of complexly dipolar reason,
leftbrain dominant
either-or thinking
we are either thinking or...

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My youth minister once told me that seventeen was too young to have felt the pain that I'd felt. She told me that seventeen was too young to be so corrupted, so scarred. According to...

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The Old Lady In The Shoe
November 22, 2013 at 5:57pm
Dedicated to all my children around the world;
 
The big and small of it.
Some appreciate the little
things that encourages
them to do big stuff.
 
Some  won't...

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Addiction takes on many disguises
You feel left alone with your own vices
Yet, you don’t think there is a problem
Which is the problem you can’t see
Once your family was willing to help
Now you’re trapped in a...

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The fog of dull moist clouds cloistered Earths hills

rolling slowly quietly assured with December’s presence 
uncovering the steal bleakness of chills
the grey fox sought the superlative time stalking
hunting, one catch, the hare eating thorns, is...

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everyone knows
heart telling tales
that get a dog's tail
wagging after being
rescued from abuse

and so the same for
cats and other animals
that grew up or were forced 
to grow up on the shady side of
town not meaning out...

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Brilliant poet
Whose life was consumed with tragedy
Existence filled with bitter losses
Happiness forsaking her life
Passionate romance 
With poet Ted Hughes
Swept her away
Bringing magic into her dreary life
Relationship intensified
And they became united
Living in marital bliss
Coddling their two...

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Remembering Mother on Mother's Day

While I was growing up,
I remembered
The time my parents
Bought me a brand-new pair
Of rubber-soled, hi-top, black
Canvas running shoes.
To say I was as proud as a peacock
When I donned the footwear,
Was an...

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She is
 sallow-skinned, salacious, seductive beauty,
  secure, safely sequestered in seclusion;
   sinking, shaking, shattered, submerged 
self-contained, self-centered in selfless solitude
 
she sleeps, 
 a slip of a slenderized, spindly silhouette 
 ...

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How Would Jesus Vote?

By Mark Stucky
Would Jesus vote for striking others’ cheeks in tweets?
Would Jesus vote for grabbing others’ genitals?
Would Jesus vote for separating children from parents?
Would Jesus vote for ceaseless scandals and lies?
Would Jesus...

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Clutter of echoing chirpings up my sylvan irreverent tune
detaching reckless realities carefully sewn above a sovereign moon
Velvet violin tunes arose to a bittersweet string of polyester prattle sorrows

 1 2 3 4 5
afar wraith paths...

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The florist does deliver upon the hour-not to leave the women dour, last-minute coddling, a sycophant in fact. A Christmas turkey was spent with the in-laws; an act of bravery to cater for the nieces,...

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Upon a drunken path I seemed to be confronting doom
Upon my shoulders I seemed to be carrying a cloud of doom
There I fell crumpled and spiritually shattered
Coddling a heart beaten and battered

Lonely pleas of mercy...

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I am not in love 
When I am not  ready from  the morning  to see  you at night 
I am not  in love 
Shed tears unintentionally  when  I...

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I still remember that day as if it were today
The day papers were served, the day I officially walked away

One may think that on that day I would have been sad
But contraire monsieur, on that...

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Don't buy it,
Scatter the wishes,
However (desperate and maligned),
For all of them,
The (murmur) and the (mesmerized),
Youth-paid homage,
Ill-afforded, unattended and
Graciously subversive,
By aged animals nodding
Approval against the (backdrop)
Of their worst intentions,
Hope that eloquence, depth,
Perceived connection and
Immersions of familiarities
Will...

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The stars are black tonight
they understand this indigo grief
to honor you they dip their crowns 
into the ink well of infinity...

The stars are black tonight
mood pared by garish green
even the sun tastes of old dried...

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STINGRAY

She took you for a ride on the wild side
Taking you through bushels and thorns
You endured the pain of the splinter and shrubs
Swerving through highways and by ways
U-turning to where disaster resides

She played foul
Destroyed all...

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They're polishing their broomsticks
and sharpening their hats
Catching little spiders
and feeding them to bats

Howling at their cauldrons
and cackling to cats
Cradling wooden stir sticks
and babbling for spats

Mixing up their potions
and yelling out their spells
Rebelling that they're no...

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Dear Tapan.... 

I find myself hoping that you'll stay a friend
In whatever venue you happen to end
Though demons get high marks in your repertoire
The one who serves God Sir is really the star

The thrill of...

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Packing, picking up, and heading out...

It's time to see what it's all about.

Walking away from a familiarity and into the unknown___

Now, this may sound a bit foolish...

But perhaps it's just schoolish.

A time for some learning...

Get...

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Two Fridays ago, a fowl thief 
Ruled over hearts, pets, relationships
Broke in (burglary) during my absence
Took Mr. Five (her half- brother) for his unearned pot
I just pray Kaalnek, our baby & pet, was not
Twice victim...

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Driving in sought direction, a new desire visible 
Slick road delivers destined distance, crystal gleam
Wetness formed by years old tears, bidding for
Proximity begged obligation, historic tenuous team

Mother does his washing, aged forty dependant
Criticises his seldom...

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Who we are begins at birth,
Our DNA a start,
But every soul upon the earth
From others stands apart.

Our personalities are there
From when we take a breath,
Remaining with us everywhere
'Til we succumb to death.

The quiet, shy, rambunctious,...

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Parents get caught up in the politics of crossing the lines,
feeling too apprehensive to discipline their children,
for fear that it will be misinterpreted as brute force,
Although sensibility tells them that if they don't 
intervene, their...

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