Long Diapered Poems

Asifa's Blood Pens 
(The Courageous Princess)

No! No! Wipe out the name of Asifa! 
No more Asifa's on this earth to be born!
O Lord, my creator, my benefactor, my protector!
My parents chose my name in your...

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Don’t know about you, but I think it’s stupid
To give lethal weapons to a diapered Cupid
(and what happens when he’s gotta go?)

See his soft feathered wings?
 (Those fat little things!)
They flutter fast as he flies...

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NATURE'S PSALMS

Is Beethoven's ensemble fairer than nature's psalms?
Amidst a crowning sun: ears and eyes are drugged,
drenched with tender notes, orchestrated by greens,
inhale deep, the aromatic blossoms from the vine

with their lilting swell, brushed shades of...

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(Nakshatra is Sanskrit word for constellation of stars )
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A midnight canopy diapered in silvery dust
glows celestial light into massive vastness ,
where rapturous brilliance of pearly crystals 
celebrate a prismatic festival of ballet dance.

Burning perpetual...no past...

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Aching hands, aged and scarred
Wrinkled, arthritic with callouses so hard
Knuckles swollen from times being broken
Now weathered and weak, quite painful to open

In days of youth, they used to pick flowers
From weeds in fields in warm...

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The Zweiback Warrior


Zweiback cookies – teething biscuits
Yucky, gnawed upon, gummed delights
Xeric surface absorbing wanton drool
Wielded, by the toothless cherub, in
Valiant fencing stance encumbered by
Unsteady footwork of diapered distress. 
Tongue licking the blunted sword tip
Short sticky...

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Tonight I dreamed a dream, 
I was lost in a mighty gail; 
My ship was torn to pieces, 
I lost both my masts and sails 
. 
I knew my life was over, 
surly at sea...

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They Took Him
By Sy Roth

They took him and squirreled him away.
Those Sophists, 
Deniers of the terror they could construct
Where he no longer saw the human side of himself.

Half man, Quasimodo of the bells,
Left stranded in...

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My grandchildren are growing up faster than dandelions on a summer’s day.
One second they are pulling themselves up on couches, 
and falling on their diapered bottoms.
The next minute they are going to the mall with...

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Potty Training and Capitalism

“My Bobbie was potty trained by 13 months”
The wicked lady drawled

As she cast a sideways glance
My direction

The glance
~was noted!

My 2 year old daughter toddled around
The palpable silence
Conspicuously diapered

My wounded motherhood
Bled silently
As I...

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A baby was named this past Saturday
At a service that I attended.
On Sunday there was a memorial
To remember a life that has ended.

One weekend’s events, back to back, in fact,
Help remind us we must understand
That...

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My Plastic Architect
Clean lines,
Sleek designs,
The heart of a 
Cold-blooded killer.
 
All for plastic presentation,
And glorifying adoration.
 
Being in absolute control,
Is imperative,
To his detailed nature.
Critical to a fault.
 
Greed is the epicenter,
Of his beating heart.
Selfish motives,
Are...

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Walk slowly and chew gum
eating prunes makes you run
Thinking of what you should have said
spending more then what you have

Time flies young boys sigh
when they grow and realize
Little girls grow up to
why back then were...

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It’s a boy thing
the clickety-clack, clickety-clack
of a train along its tracks 
all manner of boys
from diapered toddler 
to arthritic codger
from suited gent 
to aproned chef
the clickety-clack, clickety-clack
ignites within them   
the feeling of freedom
and...

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