Long Desists Poems

“Look! The aging poet sleepwalks again.”
“Sir, should we wake him from his nightly tour?”
“No! God no! His heart could not stand the strain.”
“He’s heading for the open study door 
His ambulant steps on the floorboards...

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Nonalcoholic fatty liver disease (NAFLD) -

Our beloved youngest daughter Shana Aubrey
(endearingly called “Shayne Punim”)
still feels under the weather,
with symptoms centered around gastrointestinal tract,
though she lives in Bend, Oregon
(experienced her pseudo autonomy
before she completed eighteen Earth...

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i'm afraid we might be making
funerals of our our life's moon
asking the night's darkness to become our medium of sight
ask me— who sees this emptiness that the eyes speak of
ask the saints of hell who...

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The poetical books are nearly, by me, complete;
Next follows those once-furled, parchmentlike
Scribal tablets on which were calligraphically 
Indited the books classified as 
Naught but "prophetical"-
After the major and minor scribes, 
The authors of which, and...

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Sweet surrenderI amparalyzedwith dazzling joy – feeling lively.

Sweet surrenderI ammergedwith transparency; purity of faith.

Simplicity of Two fusion heartsuncovering the sinking thirst, pain, and blind spotsshapingus a Cozy oysterOn the way to our exponentialcourtship into the...

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It is the solemn evening song that drifts,
into the valley cup, from the saucer of the moon,
and spreads in wings of darkness, nightshade breath;
arising as molecules of black oil, up from the pithead mouth,
following to...

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for Tabitha

The sun wanders westward 
towards the old frontier, 
dragging its heft across plateaus 
of New Mexico. Along Route 
66, a quick toe-dip in Tahoe sets 
Reno aglow. Quicker than that, 
Nevada bucks, bankrupt and...

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We are all God’s children
How dare anyone pick on or push around another person
This takes place with kids and grown-ups 
It results in death in many cases and needs to cease and desists

We need to...

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Love burns deep in this ember where jewels are a mere reflection upon the stars
Mere mortals as we live but with this love we divide even the infinite

Options are of dull few words 
For who...

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Frozen in my memory like the last frost of winter 
I find out sadly how a red rose can give a splinter 
When the chapped lips of love lose their honey,  
there is no...

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The Brick Sayer

Tim is painting outside since it’s raining inside
Stroke upon cuddle one step at unfolding time
One inch brush gently on 10 squares of façade

The wannabee Buddhist thing when life is no race
Brightening enlightening mud...

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The dominant strains that run through my veins
render it hard to ascertain
where alcohol and nicotine sin
ceases, desists and I begin.
A criminal trend to miscomprehend
why I swig yet another one ‘round the bend,
glass in hand, oblivion...

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it is imperative that we do not circumscribe to being thorny
Veritably all will acceed to rising in the morning.
Though melodramatic we must abnegate and repress that static. All the pervading overcast of complicity we must...

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I choose no religion,
Unlike you the legion,

I do not know which is right,
That is why I have to write,

God is  not a Muslim,
Neither does he subscribe to Judaism,

I do not know much about desists,
But...

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For as long as it takes the waiting prevails
And the waiting and waiting and waiting,
Until the sun shines and the wind fills the sails
With our dreams and their contemplating.

For as long as it takes the...

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Outside, there is a small trail
and  six steps 
separating me from those that pass on by,

Impossible, to hide, behind my ruby house coat
and synthetic flavoured...  
bitterly savoured, morning coffee

An old man walks by,
paced,...

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The Sun dawns and the Day is born
Its light shed on the souls forlorn

The clouds part and thunder desists
As they march on, lost in the mists

Step by step to the end of time
In perfect rhythm;...

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Scarlet tears running down my auburn skin
Dressed for battle, I take up my sword 
Preparing for the worse
Looking for a charm to ward against the curse

War torn fields & tattered hearts lie in my wake
Reading...

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Nascent dawn's pale omen loomed
and eased me from my pensive trance.
But I am stirred 
beyond expression’s means—
my face suffused with tears.
Mercifully, stolid memory 
desists in part,
dread recall’s threat 
impounded by advancing age.

My conscience then begs...

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Imagine true love exists
Virtue that on fealty insists
Extinguishing meaningless trysts
Patrimony, chauvinism resists
Tokenism, infatuation desists

Lingering romance that heart uplifts
Unbrokered love with mutual benefits
Pure motives that bridge all rifts
Honor that countenances no grifts
Steadfastness which mollifies truant shifts

Passionate...

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