Long Eights Poems

if you have taken the time to browse through this eclectic collection of self-indulgent foolishness, I hope you’ve been entertained by the quirkiness of its content, or at the very least, annoyed by the pervasiveness...

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LIST POETRY - A FUTURISTIC INTERPRETATION 


You
must know
I cried yesterday 
and I think I broke the world
so I braided some words into twine
planted some sweet and sour coated seeds
I grew free standing expressions and then...

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I. Early Childhood’s Gifts

Gift 1:
Is love felt from our parents, our friends a true gift
or more something we earn bit by bit over time,
(a child adds to, subtracts from, as days turn to years)?
This is...

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Rugby SCRUM* DANCE for Divorced and Dis-abused Wedding Guests

(Packs made up of eight « players » (see note below) may be formed indifferently : either segregate the sexes or mix them up. No sweat !...

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I walked a wooded path at night;
Down in the vale: a hint of light.
It shone as through an open door:
A faint, soft glow, and little more,
And sounds of bells, to my delight.

I crept up close...

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Note: If you haven’t please check out part 1 and 2 
before reading this. It will make more sense that way Thanks.

"May I?" she asked motioning to my dog-eared notepad as a child might
asking for...

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(Introductory Note - my daughter (12) wrote this while she was required to sit in a room
with other students and study for the SAT.  She was not happy and expressed her
dissatisfaction in this form....

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"May I?" she asked motioning to my dog-eared notepad as a child might
asking for a cookie expecting to be told it would spoil her dinner
I took another swallow, my hand instinctively moved to the book...

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The Number Cruncher came to town 
and ate the Zeros first.
He chewed them well and washed them down 
with Ones: to quench his thirst. 

He gobbled Twos and Threes and Fours 
and did not take...

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"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"                          ...

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In the blink of an eye the time passes so fast it flies by 
Define time 
Lives a bitch then you die 
Eye of the storm watches over my lifestyles fate
In dire straight bathing as...

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She is shadowed by fuzzy cobwebs of a morning without coffee,
while dust motes mingle with the mold of time.
Gazing out to the yard, through dingy glass, and fog, 
into a dismal January, she hopes to...

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Some modern folks, when they hear his name,
will roll their eyes and look ashamed,
thinking the cowboy is uncivilized,
with his hats, and guns, and round-up rides.
That somehow they are beyond the stuff,
to good for the wild,...

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There's a rehearsal in the castle, cult party masquerading on the dance floor latin verse sermons the words heard will entrance you, transfix you,
The devil advances towards you and sits you around the marble table...

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REFINING AND MAINLINING HYPERBOLE

Something reliable, desirable, easily obtainable and consistently good
So a junkie best know the right neighborhood
The right junkie to see who won’t stab you in the back
And who doesn’t have a deck of...

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Light Did Shine From Her Smile, Such Grace

She graced all with her gentle ways
she so loved to help the poor strays;
There resides softness in her voice
thinking well of all by first choice,
Light did shine from...

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French Bread
	
	
	Your index finger 
	draws figure-eights 
	in the dusting of flour 
	on the counter top 
	where you lean
	quite casually, 
	watching as I make 
	a loaf of French bread. 
	Then, laughing a bit, 
	you insert your...

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It was 1949.  
Slow music was playing on the radio.
A young, handsome fast-talking 24 year old named Dick was driving around small town Iowa in a yellow convertible with red interior, feeling pretty cocky...

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How do I find my poet’s voice?
It’s like turning a cup upside down
and waiting for a drop of water to slide out, 
and it won’t come. 
There’s something there, 
but you can’t get it.
No matter...

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Tiny orange tea lights with miniature pumpkins sprinkle love lights around the tables,
Which have been set probably since 5:30 a.m. with the church’s best china,
Because the fall tea starts at ten.
Small plastic corn cobs and...

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Antiques and Curios

A collection of Antiques and curios,
Covered in dust on a cellar floor.
Things once made for a purpose,
No longer of use anymore.
 
Record Player with wind-up handle,
Once sung out the old Seventy-eights.
A music box...

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I dreamt of sending a spiritual invite
but only could arrange to hold it at night.
The famous gentleman card players who came
all met to reveal more of this powerful game.

Since I was the only one not...

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over the bridge
  to 'western street
&parminters for savoury
    sausage meat

along by
            the slaughterhouse
in silver lane
pop into jones&cocks
  out of...

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A rag-a-muffin 
girl glides uneasy 
across the ice, 

That Little sprite
child was not there
to play nice.

Frusterated there's 
no one there pulling
for her win,

Her competition 
as brutal as it's
always been.

Determined if 
anything she'll 
bring her trophy...

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Wrested from my writing by a drone
which signified that I was not alone
in its black and yellow jumper it had come
fat and furry, bigger than my thumb
it cruised around the room in lazy eights
before it...

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