Long Emigrate Poems

Thirty years ago, long before ISIS started executing Kurds, Muslims and Christians, I hired a Pakistani Muslim as an art director in Chicago. I was an Irish Catholic editor putting out a small national magazine....

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Bank rolled by billionaires

No matter Tuesday, November 5, 2024
still one hundred and eight days away,
(thank you Julian Date Calendar -
FOR LEAP YEARS ONLY),
I believe a foregone conclusion
that Donald Trump will win
based on the pathetic debate...

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Spirit and sponsor sane sexagenarian scribe (and his spouse) to a Utopian country

He seeks (in tandem with the missus) 
legal asylum in Canada...
New Brunswick, Newfoundland, 
Nova Scotia, et cetera,
or any other socially 
progressive European country,
and...

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I suppose it isn't rather nice
to think of us this way,
but to the squirrels
and the trees,
the robins and the grasses,
human natures are Earth's great transitioning immigrants
on this block
we call a planet.

In this newest arrival sense,
I...

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He begins
commenting on Chuang-tse
who was commenting on Laotse's
"Exalt not the wise
So that the people shall not scheme [win v lose]
and contend [in partisan debate];"

Wait, am I in the wrong place
or the wrong day
and or time?
The...

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I met my love one summer's day

Amongst the fields threshing hay

Her bonnet slung about her neck

As homewards afterwards we did trek

Her bonny brown hair

to waist length did fall

A comely wench with wherewithal

She at first was...

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Our Gran, that’s on my mother’s side, was British born and raised, 
     until the age of ten it seems, then Gran was quite amazed  
to find her mum and...

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Goodness gracious me,
How can it be,
The ant leader
Posted that by decree,
I was a traitor,
And he
Would pass punishment
I could foresee
What was in store
Had to sit and steady my
Nerves with beer shandy.


It was a very hot day,
Thirty-eight...

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spinning on high speed mostly out of control
the washing machine failed to conclude any
of its operation according to a wished for manual

given at birth he had not much choice in the matter
due to the lottery...

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It was when I paused a moment from my workload’s pressing call 
that I gazed upon the picture frames which lined my office wall 
and I sensed a strange sensation and was soon to be...

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...... Please read part one first.......

? How did Muhammad (may peace be upon him) become a prophet and a messenger of God?

At the age of 40, while engaged in a meditative retreat, Muhammad received his...

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>I do not know if this classifies as poem as it is slightly religiously, political.


Muslims here, Muslims, there.
From Turkey might soon be everywhere.
Will they be from that peaceful faith?
And full of love, full of faith.
Turkey,...

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CLUELESS 
Your quietness makes me lose track of time, 
Feels so empty without the sound of your voice, 
My heart actually pounds to fill up this void! 
“Where‘re you?” Shrieks desperate voices in my mind.....

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Our Buddhist alllies,
co-immigrants
moving away from samsara,
like Abrahamic Westerners,
NorthWesterners
and MidWesterners
and East-West Earners,
emigrate toward nirvana--
secular illusion
evolving toward sacred enlightenment,
natural delusion
revolving into spiritual prelusion,

Yet we have this climatic problem
of pathology,
win/lose evil corrupting 
ZeroSum energy systems,
power networks,
regenerative empowerment.

Genesis narratives
speak...

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In towns where Basic fantasy makes a frown
Nature has turned Completely upside down.
And day tours emigrate to the Cambrian shore
Onboard, the rivers boats from Windermere  
moving between hills and trees, miles from home
where the...

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For My Sister and Brother  Poets

Mornings, again refreshed, I wield up a 
sledgehammer to strike the stone walls of 

the confinement of my assigned nativity...then
 seek to emigrate from those Purposes...to go

settle, an immigrant,...

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Longing to be handsomely engaged
engorged by trusted
resonant Beauty
together again
and yet again

Our same embodied story
retold
nakedly proclaimed in bold
shameless
and blameless
lack of LeftBrain
self-righteous judgment told
manipulation cold
examination old

Passion's spontaneity
sentenced by far too many words
ritualistic promises
liturgical performances.

Our same feelings
falling into...

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The Eagle, the Dove or the Turkey: Which Bird?

In January 1784 Benjamin Franklin said,
That “The bald eagle…[was] of bad moral character”; 
Called him poor, lousy and a thief, validated the turkey,
Which, he said, was “a...

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The hunter has become a guide for the birds,
his two faces
against two wings.

He has chopped down trees
to make a post
with small dried branches
for the birds to roost.

He has broken off flowers
to decorate this small tree
to...

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Behold sequestered by the sea,
not whale, nor seal, nor small sand-flea.

This is the face of old grand Ewe,
whom from the cliffs, has come to view.

Though slit-eyed stare, gazes at the ocean,
watching it move in glorious...

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The US Election Blues

Two heavyweight fighters
standing in a ring
who’ll make it to The White House
who’ll get the final swing?
Drink, till it’s all over
take a round the world cruise
I’ve got the transatlantic
no hope US election blues.

I...

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GANGSTERS PARADISE

South Africa has a high rate of crime, anything is probable,
Keeping out determined criminals is impossible!
This is the house that my parents built 40 years ago that we 
We live in,
This is the house...

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Oceania is a breeze from the sea. 
Seashells are treasures to retrieve.
Your leisure time is taken seriously.
The lack of causes disturbance when you are not able to take a simple walk on   
...

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The failed Revolution

In my childhood´s town, there was a blue neon sign
On top of a five-level building, “Jesus Saves”.
I asked my mother what “saves mean.
Souls, she said without looking up as she was reading
the communist...

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My wife is unhappy
  What did I do
Nothing, my darling
  It's not about you

But dear, you're so sad
  It eats away at me
I like seeing you glad
  It's how you should...

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