Long Diego Poems

On this day 40 years ago in 1978 my mother, Jacqueline Anne Trestrail, left this world after a relatively short battle with cancer - she was 46. Jimmy Carter was President and Annie Hall won...

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The Alaskan Oil Pipeline

Nineteen sixty-eight confirmed the year
Of discovery by ‘Humble Oil’
To North America’s largest oil field,
On the North Slope of the Brooks Range;
A west to east Northern Alaskan mountain chain.
An area forty miles wide...

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Feb. 6, 2021
	Hello I was born normal on May 17, 1979 from Paranaque, Philippines. My name is Jacqueline Ramirez Mendoza and was taken from Jacqueline Kennedy Onasis. Given by my cousin, Jocelyn Picazo Santos. My...

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Lyrics of Bigflo & Oli's hit song, Dommage: “T’is a Pity!” Translated by T. Wignesan

https://bigfloetoli.lnk.to/LaVraieVie

(Two brothers: Florian (the elder with the “Big” prefix) and Olivio ORDONEZ, born and raised in music from an early age...

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with a cat lying on my lap
a sough whispers in the trees 
as a summer day begins fading
the tiger lilies below bend as if trumpeting
a musical for ears yet to come into existence
evaporating the din...

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She grew up in the South, in the age of Jim Crow
In a town divided, no black friends did she know

She has her father's russet red hair and mother's walnut-brown eyes
The rarest combination, I surmise
She...

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Nine years my leave had spanned
            travelling to my island in the sun.
A native son returning his native land
     ...

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I was born in Sunny Southern California, in the hottest month of the year! cries out my mother.  California is known for its drought season; one we just came out of, it lasted four...

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Humongous Amount of Horn Humanistic Haiku

we have heard in spring
beautiful birds when they sing
happiness will bring

animals all crawl
from late spring into the fall
heard birds when they call

a propensity
as well as intensity
exist in ministry

did find that...

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I once traveled around the U. S. on a Greyhound bus,
My wife thought I was crazy, but she made little fuss,
It was, by far, the most awesome adventure I ever took
Three changes of clothes, lots...

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Is this the weekend, by the way?
           (I always think it’s Saturday!)
           Load the kids...

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It was a train
that took my mother west
away from her family farm
to seek adventure. She found work in San Diego,
joined the Navy and met my dad.
It was the 1950’s.
Planes were not yet a big deal
and...

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In the quiet folds of January’s chill,  
I wrote a letter, my heart laid bare,  
To Kate, my friend, my kindred spirit still,  
Whose laughter once danced in the air.

You were my...

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Seeking Brunswick Beacon

This is our local newspaper for
Brunswick County and Bolivia,
North Carolina. They have been
including poems in their Letters
To The Editor who are a predator
wanting to find new readers and
be the leaders.

God, daily always tried...

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And Margarita holds her mother's sleeve
as she's lead toward the waiting surrey ride.
El Segundo with reins of bays doth weave
to find a space at colonnade's near side.

"I've never seen him misbehave, Segundo. Are you sure...

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we were young and dumb,
but not reckless,
two boys skimming the edge of fear,
a twenty-year-old shadow
and his seventeen-year-old brother,
riding the spine of Interstate Ten,
from Tallahassee to San Diego,
then back to Florida—
outlaws without blood on our hands.

the...

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HAIL THE KING OF NAPOLI (1)
 
The Chronicles of the old king, Diego.
An epitaph of his statue reads: "When I go,
I go away from you then this badge
loses honour and beats dead with no urge"
Like...

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My world is disappearing beneath this blanket of snow and cold,
As I sit here remembering times, before I began to grow old.
Times when every day meant a walk on the warm beach,
Never did I suspect...

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Autumn is a time in the spirit of a man 
     When he walks down the beach
      And get chilled from the sand. 
On misty mornings...

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March is a time of transition
winter and spring commence their struggle
between moments of ice and mud
a robin appears heralding the inevitable
life stumbling from its slumber
it was in such a period of change in 1905
that the...

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It’s been 25 days since he had left and the days where turning into a blur of moments that lack meaning and feeling. I wore my smile like a jacket but it has yet to...

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“UNIT 47”



today I woke up in Riverside               
and took a drive to San 
Diego. there I met a man 
named Joe....

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(To Greg)

I have a friend who’s been in my life, for such a very long time.
As I remember, 1980 was the year. The ladder of success, I wanted to climb.

I was almost out of college....

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Kids dying for diamonds in Sierra Leone,
Innocent civilians killed in Iraq’s warzone.
Indigenous tribes removed from their lands,
Children in the Congo losing legs and hands.
Arms companies still supplying while civilians are dying,
Kids begging on the street...

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Time to be respectable
I live in two homes in my mind
I’m both Frida and Diego
Like me, they lived in Twin Houses
The tortured me lives in the blue one
The elephant in the red and white
The one...

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