Long Countrysides Poems

You have to see it to believe it
You have to experience it to know it
You have to feel it to understand it
You have to get out of your house to witness it
The blue wave is...

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Love will Triumph
when all is lost,
and nothing is gained.
Love will Triumph;
when hearts are broken,
and friends cry upon other friend's shoulders,
as love has fleed the countrysides,
but Love will come again
to triumph over the souls that eat...

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Wandering the roads.  It has me under a spell even at this juncture in my life.
Even when spiked brambles
 scrape my eyelids or those tender foot soles are  being  twisted by tooth-like...

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Machines With Madmen Groaning


Machines with madmen groaning above me at 10 thousand feet,
Grumbling and growling like maniac sky monsters slurping on bloody prey,
Those steel dragons of yore spewing fire and corpses into the excesses,
Like Rodan...

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A white lily sunrise 
brings the malaise, 
humid dreams shimmer 
off the blackening tar 

Red dust girates an axis 
dark matter is overcome, 
lethargy drags the body
into a blazing bright sun 

Work, a joke on...

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I feel so grand this special day in June
while waiting at the station for my ride
aboard the new steam engine coming soon
to take me to a place where I can hide

from city noise and busy...

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Lament, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem : Lamento

					Ma mie est morte.
					Plourez mes yeux.
(from an old poet of the fourteenth century whose name escapes me. Paul Verlaine)

The town hoists its high roofs
Of a thousand zig-zagging hoods.
A...

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the hidden truths the silent truths
you come to bury me but i just may bury you
the burden carries me further by every step 
the pain i suffered has carried me so close to hell
you better...

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To The North Pole Of Course  (Part Two)  
 
The farmlands, bridges and countrysides woosh by in a rush 
then vanish before my eyes at a hundred and twenty six miles per hour.
...

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I thought black and white 
Is the history of gunpowder 
Exhausted along border points 
To restore fragile peace 
To ease unilateral justice 
And the rule of lore 


They say black and white 
Is justice meted...

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much more than this
might I speak
as your lover
lover to lover
in unix time
that great new beginning
we as one to unbrel neath the night
what a wonderful world
the almonds scented the night
would kisses
calm the raging shores
my selfishness
do speak...

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Wake up! You awake to cliffside turn-tables--mountains crumble into the divots of the record; mountain goats float upon ethereal notes. They bleat in conjunction with dusty LPs. Soon enough, cities rise from the mountain passes,...

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O' Mother
Beloved mother

With your voluminous beauty

From majestic mountaintops to verdant countrysides
From mammoth oceans and seas to quiet lakes and ponds where ducks reside
A fertile basin that gives and keeps on giving 
Organic love that's naturally...

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When I pen lines, fresh thoughts of Vincent van Gogh
     strike me! How, with palette and brushes, he breathed
life's scenes onto blank canvases long ago:
     coasts, countrysides,...

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On countrysides animal scurry along, leaving footprints

In the carbonized material of this planet.

Channel surfing & empty ink pens,

Pepsi & wadded up candy wrappers

All over the house remannts of LIFE

Breathing all over us.

 

LIFE moves over...

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Writing is a gamble

we put in our words,
pull the slot
and read back our
cherries and lemons -- 

the object is to publish
our addiction

to connect with a reader

our casinos, the clan-forums
of acceptance and rejection

The poet
(excluding the jingle...

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Gardens are nature’s children
Adopted by you and me,
We dress them how we want them
And invite all our friends to see.

Nature does most of the growing
Shows us colours in an array,
So then we can choose what...

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