Long Come across Poems

Why do questions hope to end with answers
while answers seem to never end 
without yet more questions?

As a case in point...

How are the Case Studies of economic and political history
different than Einstein's Thought Experiments?

Wait a...

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'You've thrown me over the edge of the highest peaked cliff imaginable
As I spiral further down, my outer shell gets roughed up
by sticks and stones
until my body is disfigured beyond recognition
as if I'd been torn...

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I'm not at all innocent...when you make 
me hurt inside
I'm getting over you...but I'm not giving up 
completely, though you are not present in 
my life
It rips my high hopes into shreds of 
worthlessness
I will...

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• rainfall - the blue summer sky making up her mind/you riding your bike from your university to your dorm/wind in your hair, you smile as it plants kisses on your cheek/there has been always...

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“Just when he thought he’d had all he could take,
April arrived like a careless mistake.” 

From DRIVING DIXIE DOWN by Anonymous Brown
Smithstonian Folkways Recordings catalogue # 317-704-1106

When something is broken, it’s no longer of any...

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My auntie winter's icy breath wacked my bare face hard, when I step out earlier on
She gave me the cold shoulder and iced me out with a frosty glare for no reason at all 
it's...

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As I walked through the forest,                             ...

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light 
surrounds me
green field, stretching
lasting forever

i run free
free of torment
free of guilt
free of judgement

the wind
seems to flow through me 
I've never felt this before
im convinced it's a dream
but i can't wake up 

i come across...

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I’m drenched in farewells…
I don’t know why 
You’re on my mind tonight…
Forever, 
I feel that my mind is giving in to 
Grief’s gravity
I saw the sun, 
Ascending from its resting haven, 
Hoping that it will...

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Ever so often you come across a composition that leads one to take flight.
In the distance their are corridors that lead to places of resistance,
transformed we will glow such as these writings have taken you.
to...

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{"I want to be at arm's length of people because I have met you. You reflect on what I believe and disbelieve. 
You introduce me to a sacred hollow shallow cage you call your childhood...

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I often sit for long periods of time
hoping the perfect beginning will come to me.
To write a poem that starts with a pristine Capital
leaving readers with great expectations.

But after much torment, with not a fleck...

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Dear Budding Poet . . . 

   My view on modern poetry is that one must read the poets of old, to grasp
the concept of poetic form, word use, tone, imagery.  Then,...

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I watched “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” last night - we’re going to be reading Truman Capote’s book after the break and I wanted to start thinking about it. The movie rewrites Truman Capote’s story, turning it...

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I crossed into Vienna, VIA courthouse road still trying to figure want it was all about
Then I see where courthouse road ends  right at church street den
The road continue from court house road and...

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There are three little words on tiny stones strewn along the floor
of a never-ending stream which runs through a misty moor.
A marvelous moor of uncertainty where mysteriously all are led
to cross a flowing water all...

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I let this misery and dreariness grow because I was left without a single tulip-beauty trace
I didn't mean to take advantage of you...next time, I will a changed man 
Spiraling down all day and night...

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To those people who spend most of their life
surrounded with worldliness its cares and strife
this piece is dedicated it is my duty to convey
without any effort not to I'd be left in dismay.

One should always...

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{Your death would be my own

{"I barricaded my heart,
After your death, So that nobody could strip away and clutch at the light,
That was left over after you deliberately left me,
Shattered into the pieces nobody,
Could pick...

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My metaphor came to me this morning , used his tail to smash my face thrice to tell me that it's 8:30 nd I can't avoid my class , to tell me it's 8:30 nd...

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When the American flag waved bravely, for women it did not FURL.
However, many bold and determined women have changed the WORLD.

I am a proud bother of 8 sisters;
Two of whom are older and 6 are...

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As I stood there looking at the old wooden doorway,
Thinking how long it could’ve been locked,
Years concealed with overgrown weeds,
Unnoticeable out of sight and locked tight,
Somebody wanted this door keeping shut,
Intriguing and for what reason....

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I used to never want children.
See,
I grew up in a home that housed tornadoes.
where yelling was the norm and the storms would cause chaos every single day.
My father,
Never stayed around.
My tears,
created oceans at my mother’s...

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somber thoughts in disarray
broken moments of a jaded day
under siege of firing brigades
the bed you lay in is the bed you made

tattered talons from battles fought
a mind full of colorful forgetmenots 
fragmented pieces of what...

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si tu t'appelles melancolie - oui
if your name is melancholy,
the scant tidbits I know of French.

perfect cold day to down
a cup of hot chocolate, java or joe
in tandem with an intelligent conversation
that easily doth flow
twould...

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