Long Demolished Poems

~~**This poem is super long, but it took me hours to write. I hope you all enjoy reading this as I have enjoyed writing it wholeheartedly.**~~

Awful anger expressed in verses
Didn’t give me blessings, but curses
I’m...

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Poem revised Memorial Day May 30th, 2022 at 1500 hours

Flagrante delict adulterous sordid behavior 
automatically linkedin with Lothario;
an unscrupulous seducer of women, 
based upon a character 
in The Impertinent Curious Man, 
a story within a...

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As winter hazes of January spraying
While I was meditating on how
To write this riveting poem which
Seemed to be for someone who
I never cast in my sight.
Despite her name is not an odd in me
But I...

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[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 sing my songs with rageful joy in mind,
Forgetting the past struggles, aches and sorrows
That intertwine with my mind’s eye, leaving all of me behind
Forgiving others of their wrongs for better tomorrows

You know who comforts...

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On the night before Christmas, alone in my house, 
Sorrow gnawed at my soul, like a ravenous mouse.
Entombed in my blankets, I struggled to sleep,
Ready to snap if I counted more sheep.

I rose at the...

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Ugg and Ogg, on a rock they sat.
 The pair were in hiding from the sabred cat.
 They had hunted for a whole week long.
 But, recently it had all gone wrong.

The ladies were waiting...

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She watched the demolition team enter her old school. In the next few days it would be raised to the ground. The end of an era she thought, Christ, it was depressing.
Suddenly a thought entered...

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Waiting Before the Throne of God

The year was, 1972 and at 2:11 a.m. that Jessie Wayne Martin was
born into this world.  He was born to Matthew and Kathy Martin and 
would become the baby...

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Dopo lunghe vicende della vita
Mi ritrovai seduto su un divano       
Con un telecomando fra le dita.
When my life struggles were to their end
I found myself sitting on a sofa
Holding...

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Big boys get brainwashed by television 
It's my mission to fulfill you with vision 
America is going under these days.
All the countries around us aren't getting their ways.
Who's to blame?
Shame just came...
Out of nowhere for...

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silently wailing analogy to Moby Dick 
regarding how yesterdays 
prurient laced introductions 
to rhyme in retrospect embarrassingly blows.

Herewith to enliven anecdote ever further,
I inject humorous tidbit
just gimme moment to unload and reach
into psychological metaphorical knapsack
particularly...

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(Inspired by "Hello" by Adele & "XO" by Beyoncé)

Verse 1: Every single time you call my name,
I feel on top of the world, an undying flame
Lay next to me for a while and don't be...

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Okay. So, according to her license plate, Sarah had something to do with the name “Welbeck Street” and had once asked if the Journal would consider using “Harvard Yard” in her name. Also according to...

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A Coffee Merchant was the first man to find,
The corpse as he started off on his daily grind!
What he saw filtered through, so he had grounds
To send for the Police, to investigate what he'd found!

He’d...

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Kids of today, we here them say, no respect, what do you expect
Always hanging around on the streets, doing nothing and nothing to do
Is it their fault in this decaying society or should the blame...

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I heard the universal sound of aum (pronounced ohm)...
while being quarantined inside our own invisible bubble

Transcendent meditations
while athwart oblate spheroid
allow, enable, and provide
deft capability deciphering
snap, crackle and pop
accepted as mere static
to the untrained ear.

Each inaudible...

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The mask of shame has made me the monster…must, like Shrek,
I transform into a handsome man momentarily…but I’m a nervous wreck
Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I...

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The embers glow mysteriously as the breezes pass
In Whitby where the terraced houses fell on mass
Two new friends sit and chat about the devastating storms
And as they sit and talk an old legend is reborn.

T'was...

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All In The Name Of "Progress"

The wrecking ball long since
demolished boyhood house zen
located at 324 Level Road,
a once nonagricultural,
pastoral, rural residence,
which soulful yen
I called home while
veritably sequestered, quarantined, positioned...
sprawled atop spaciously shingled roof
countless years (B)efore...

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When the little things no longer matters...
When the little things are lost...
Forgotten and misplaced...
Left on a shelf like a book that is unread for days...
It no longer has it smile...
It no longer carries a taste...
When...

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Trees were toppled;                                ...

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Where’s the tinsel that made the tree look cold
have not seen the popcorn that was hung so old
those huge colorful bulbs always got into a snag
 I did the tree back then and I just...

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OOOPS! Contest
Sponsor: John Lawless

Date Written: February 29, 2016
FIRST POEM 

Somewhere between yes and no, where maybe doesn't matter, I slipped beneath the surface carrying your poor intentions. I suffered from those pitiable little private pieces...

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8 a.m.,
I lock myself in my bedroom, I start to pray for better days
I silently scream I’m sorry, to the mirror
I silently scream to my dad, I’m sorry
I’m sorry to my sibling for my sudden...

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