Long Ebbed Poems

In the dark of night a wind took hold,
With powers charged to shake the sky,
By moody swings of gods up high,
Their breath alone enraged and bold.

In the dark of night history spoke,
Of a world alive...

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The Dance of Salome
Herod bellowed out the night's festive orders..
"Bring the torches, bring the tables..
more wine, that we may rejoice,  
for tonight we revel in kindred friendship."
Herod strolled onto the terrace, nearly stumbled in...

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Remorseless sweaty palms

despite being prescribed glycopyrrolate.

Though the angst riddled psyche of mine crafted youth, long since receded, ebbed in the past, infringement, impingement, and indecent wracking wrath of mental illness, that even as a middle...

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(continued)

She wanted me to re-marry, you see, but I never did.
Oh, I had a few trysts, here-and-there,
just to remind myself the plumbing still worked,
but all it REALLY did was remind me
how much more incredible making...

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Beneath the pall of an eldritch moon, 
                           ...

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In what ways have nutritional 
and health
and financial
and well-being values increased 
over past time,
whether a season,
or a year,
or a decade,
or a lifetime,
or a millennium,
and in what ways have toxic dissonant disvalues
and decaying trends ebbed and...

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[Note: You will see in the work below connections to other poems I have posted here.  Those poems are tangents to this poem that more completely tell the tale of rise, pride, hubris, fall,...

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Treading Down the Journey of Life

                            I have...

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A FADING QUEEN
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS

She had  all the feminine gifts those many years ago
Drawing stares from everyone where ever she’d  go
Back in high school, she was the center of attraction
In every classroom, she...

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The Undertow


The two could feel the undertow
Pull at them both - then let them go
He wondered if she could know
Or sense it too and let it flow

The undertow in the fast-running tide
Ebbed and flowed at...

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                           I saw the elfin man stand

  ...

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As scented air aroused my misty mind,
her shadow broke the early morning sun.
Aromas wafting from the morning grind
seduced a thought that she may be the one.
I sensed her very essence from afar,
unnerved, I sought the...

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December 13, 2014

It still pains me to know you have forgotten me
It pains me that your heart is so blurred and far
It hurts to never get the chance to tell you
It hurts that I should...

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1.


In those slow, dead hours that hang attendant
Upon the birth of the dawn,
When all things pure lie safe abed,
Nested in sleep's safe oblivion,
The rituals take place, unseen, unfelt
In the woods or in the alleys
In the...

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DIARY OF A CRIMINAL

Dear Diary, something happened that’s hard to be believed:
Today I faced a sentence; instead I was reprieved.
They’d brought me to the platform for all the crowd to see,
And as I looked, I...

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You loved her with all your being, but then she left you wounded
Now you look at life without seeing, you feel your world has ended.

Young at twenty five and twenty three, but hope for you...

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You loved her with all your being, but she left you wounded
Now you look at life without seeing, you feel your world has ended.

You were twenty five, she was twenty three, young and strong yet...

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CHAPTER 6 (e, continued)

Though without communication 
Spoken in symbolic language 
Their gorilla hosts perceived it
And made ready for the parting
 
In a solemn mood of sadness
All the hominids assembled
In the clearing in the jungle 
Where they had repulsed the...

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Is not ‘Mother’ the sweetest word in the dictionary?
She's one’s closest friend, companion, and guide.
How can I restrict her within the frame of a poem,
when my entire world circled around her once?

As I think of...

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Quiet Soul

1963
Her skin is that of alabaster. Wide circles of red rouge pronounced her thin lips and each cheek.
She is soulfully unique.
Her hair of dried stalk was approving to her eyes of vacuous emeralds.
She traveled...

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When I use my pen more often as a dart
then a tool for writing poetry, I'm lost.

When my mind can't find words that rhyme
I grumble to myself about my unfaithful muse.
She leaves no clues when...

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If only you knew Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One

Rumi Quote: “If only you knew what bliss I find in being nothing.”

              ...

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Alice
Alice was just going on eight years old
When Lewis Carroll made her fall down a hole.
The incredible place she imagined she'd found,
Buried in her backyard so far deep underground,
Teemed with people and creatures with fabulous...

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The clock

Tick, tock , tick, tock,
The clock bellowed resounding through my mind, like so many wood peckers drilling into a tree.

This infuriating clock my mother had given me

It began tick, tick, ticking away
The very day...

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My eyes grow weary with the days.
Ebbed of youthful looks, I dare not despair.
    I live my life alone now, surrounded by the loneliness.
      Time was all...

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