Long Creaky Poems

Two new crutches and two double shots of Bushmills Irish Whiskey enabled Joe Faherty to move from the back seat of Moira Murphy's 1976 Buick into Eagan's Funeral Home for Tim McGillicuddy's wake. At 87,...

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HEADSTONES AND CHATTELS 

‘Twas pure chance that I discovered
Just the other day,
A place passed 
Countless times,
Never had the thought of calling in,
Inner thoughts and misplaced fears
Oh there must have been countless other reasons
For one to...

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See, I've been wallowing in it for far too long
knee deep sunk in it even at times 
eyes too marred by melancholy to see the way out 
even as I gave in to the allure...

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Go...away…
It comes a low mumble but I mean it as a scream
lying here on this creaky carpeted wooden floor it seems
I'm not going to sleep for while, getting lost with my dreams
not like they love...

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SPEECHLESS SPOKEN WORD ARTISTE

So if my vocal folds can’t collaborate to produce sounds to communicate loudly to your beautiful mind that I have an endless mission of loving you, can’t there be any mere articulation...

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Light—I was barely even myself, but some light…
Her light—no my own enemy Himself! 
—The Lord Eternal!—
How could I let this happen to me? – 

And I could feel my hand around her tiny arm,
Anxiously awaiting...

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Ohiopyle, Pennsylvania circa early 1970'S

(just in time for end of summer reading...
recounting emotionally disastrous campy turbulence)
intended food for thought indulgence. 

A boys' life aborted
miscarried golden opportunity
for adolescent romance to be courted.

Amidst a raft of fellow...

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When I entered the City Senior Center
with my Open Mic proposal
to increase resilience
and decrease apartheid dissonance

I could hear no music,
see no dancing.

The quilting room
and the game room,
even the pool tables,
were as quiet as the library,
which...

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I have had a couple of ridiculously easy choices this week.
Take Predisone, a drug, and breathe.
Or stop breathing, but be myself and die.
Asthma is kicking my hair out of my face this week.

The trouble with...

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"Walk" - a simple word uttered.
The dogs jump at the door,
that old, creaky, wooden door,
at the mere mention of the word.
Open mouthed with tongues hanging out of the side,
panting and whining with glee,
they wait impatiently,...

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I was born at the edge of a field 
that captured the shadows at sunset
I was an adolescent, 
when I watched men plant odd, angular rocks
where a  strange, hollow tree sprouted,
maturing unnaturally fast.

I was...

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They Called Him Diamond

They called him Diamond still do and his colour is black like 
scorched earth frozen shadows of hell shafted and grafted on 
his scarred broken shoulders deprived of not only his name...

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Once, this world created in me, 
A box of a mind. 
With dark corners
And scary rooms with unopened doors, 
Never talked about, Never answered,
But always, always thought about, 
Always, always questioned. 

Days and nights spun...

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There sat an old man on the 
porch. He was long and gray. 
Skin that looked similar to a 
dried raisin. Dark as a wet 
pecan. His eyes a light green 
color. You know his...

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Creaky wood floors give me away as
I roam the hallways of this ramshackle fortress.
These old empty veins that used to carry life
Rusty nerves are dulled and mute

I walk a well worn path, softly.
Curtains always drawn
They...

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When I was the tender age of seven
   I was to go on a week's vacation...I thought "heaven".

   My uncle had a '55 Buick in two tone green
   A...

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DAUGHTERS

Opposites presented by Goddess
In talons of Eagle
         On wings of Dove
Equally loved

A torrent from a fierce black cloud
  yang frothing waves in a storm
  ...

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Palatial building of my Grandma, once in grandeur and pomp
            ran full of kith -kin -cousins on extended family.

     ...

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One fine, hot, summer day
My brother Scotty and I, were held back, from play
Angered mother
She sent us, to our room, bothered
In our opinions
It wasn’t the best decision
Immaturely actively singing a song, that was seemingly, very,...

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We were invited to a house
which had a rusty door.
We went inside and heard a sound
made by the creaky ____________.   
boar   floor   store

We looked around the living room.
We tried...

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Halloween: Safety First Then Fun!!! 
     By the Poets Listed After the Poem 

Happy day getting candy treats while dressed like spooks and goblins. 
Angels, genies, princesses, too, put “loot” in...

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Third level CCTV audio recordings
of the last occupants illegally departing the 
quasi-safe, Area 4, Sector 9 quarantine zone
— Seventh vol. of the Ghetto Chronicles 


We hate to see you all go,
good company is hard to...

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‘Twas on a long winding road drive and decided to roam
around an old town down by the emerald reverie.
I came across an old charming Victorian home,
so full of pulchritude and stunning beauty. 
It had a...

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his kiss haunted her, howled at her, it edged through the crowd
just to daunt at her, this was a cold she had never known, blown
winds through creaky shutters, shuttered thoughts of fireside talks 
and walks,...

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While out driving, I couldn’t help, but stop and explore an old Victorian manor on a knoll. The unkempt courtyard was barred by a rusty old gate that had a chain and busted padlock to...

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