Long Drifters Poems

From Judges 11.
Pronunciation: Seh-LAY-nah

His brothers cast the young man out, the child of an harlot;
He fled away to distant Tob before they found an outlet
For anger, more than what they'd done, to fully disinherit
And drive...

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For several years I'd worked as a life coach, assisting clients day by day,
Like blazing colors in the shank of the evening, chases deep blues away.

It was an occupation that I enjoyed, as helping others...

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As dawn unfolds today beyond my fractured windowpane,
a breeze beguiles the ashen drapes. Like snakes they slip aside,
revealing wanton worlds that race and run aground, insane,
immersed in scenes obscene that savants strive to mask and...

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There are many "cures" for depression, some of them are drugs from a pharmacist, and others are creations by a loving God.

Quietness seeps in through the walls,
Reflective and nurturing, sure that her promises will glisten…
Loudly...

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This is the story of Gideon as found in the book of Judges. Not a great warrior, not a great 
leader, not someone with means. God picked someone no one else would have, and Gideon...

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There is never an ending
		to the spending
	a world of paper
and plastic to collect
and horde
	clothes
	and cars
	and homes
	and jewelry
	and fine wine
	and paintings
	stocks and bonds
	vacations 
and expectations
entire vocations 
	devoted to 
disguising the numbers
the Caribbean masquerade
to volumes of recorded
purchases...

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THE DALLAS COWBOYS

Can you not hear the rumblings of that distant herd coming,
The loud thundering of destiny’s champions crossing, the NFL
Field of dreams, beware the rampaging lightening team known
As the Dallas Cowboys, for they are...

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Before that day splashed  everything with light
I  played in solitude with cuddly clouds
And watched them form changing figures, blight
The sky or bring the sobbing sludge of rain,
      ...

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VANISHED

We are the echoing voices crying within the darkness,
Melting mists of vapor co-existing amongst the living,
The ambling drifters shifting between reality and limbo,
The vanished.

Displacement malfunction, the frozen chill in one’s space,
Happening without explanation, the corporal...

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she gave so much that her tank was running on empty

money worldly possession advice love and heart blood


	clothed and fed the homeless

	a kind word and a few coins

		
to every poor beggar in sight on the...

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It exists in the mind of a drifter;
That lives outside the realm of norm
It's a primary collector and curator of information,
And is designed to protect, serve and inform.
   From within its posture it...

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What lives in moisture's molecules, water crystals dripping 
Downwards, frozen tears of the winter angels, forming a
Crystalline ice cocoon, within life's angelic essence thrives,
A metamorphism of beauties extreme, bursting forth
Behold the ice butterfly.
Sliver's sheer wings...

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Beneath the sprawling blush of dawn, our feet became one
with the sands of Kiawah Island, grains glistening like scattered stars,
each a tiny sunburst caught in the curl of the earth.
We danced under the great blue...

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It was a good spot.
A spot near the bus stop.
A spot where on many days the air was filled with aroma
of fruits and vegetables from tables set up in front of markets.
A spot where a...

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When I put myself in the reader’s shoes, 

My mind it unlocks my heart becomes fused, 

So many paths are written about, 

Some with emotional pain, fear and doubt, 

Some just admire love and the...

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Thrift shop miracles of multi-
layered mysteries,insomniac-
drifters stumbling up the highway to
a water-logged Nirvana.
Stuttering hymns to flannel saints 
who have not yet; joined the cult of
organized-nicean-rebellion.
  
Midwest slackers distressed in jeans
and in mind blood slowly becoming...

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It was a path often tread.
Dreamers and drifters plenty,
Each alone, yet on the same path.
The main road is cobbled nicely,
But rabbit trails, there are many.

A little figure in white, barefoot,
Confident and happy on the road.
Wanting...

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1960 and the world was changing
A time for living and rearranging
Baseball in the school yard with a sponge ball and a fist
Donnie Brooks sang Mission Bell and Chubby did The Twist
Bobbie sox and ponytails, school...

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The Whaling City

Like many working cities, from time long past,  
This place too, captured a man’s hearts and mind,  
And so, they came, tired, drawn, weary, seekers,
Castaways and drifters seeking redemption the sea....

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And the colored girls sing  (A tribute to Lou Reed)
 

“Sugar Plum Fairy came and hit the streets”

Dragging the soul of a contender
who painted crooked lines and dotted futures
Spinning lies on the edges of...

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Do you know that giant of Africa yesterday?
That great and well-fed West African Elephant?
Whose offspring’s are pot-belly, lament-less and relieved? 

 Have you seen that giant of Africa today?
Whose leaky walls are infiltrated with turmoil...

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(Interview with the mayor)

Dear mayor of Tipheap - I have a few questions
A bunch of complaints - a list of suggestions
You said you would fix things if you were elected
Or were we misguided? Should we...

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Sea of searching tore hope without explanation 
Crucified crests cascaded, crazed static fall crashing
Thrown spontaneous needs, unclean situations 
Wayward waltz of flotsam incongruity, faith attacking

Tossed by tumult of quick duty drifters expected 
Wanton women sought...

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Weave our web of freedom lust 
dodge just purpose create mistrust
for we are the drifters no need to fear us

A walk along freedoms edge for weekend 
or holiday brings you to our domain
but no need...

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Lovely lady you know I am a drifter
Life didn’t need to move any swifter,
So many tales over the years,
A drifters life doesn’t consist of fears.

When I told you all about my days,
I’d hoped that in...

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