Long Floodlights Poems

Enola Gay

There on the ‘North Field’ tarmac of Tinian Island, Marianas;
Taxis the sleek designed ‘Boeing B-29 Superfortress’ to ready for take-off. 1
Glistening, polished aluminum under the blaring floodlights filmed for posterity,
Maneuvers' the ‘Enola Gay’, chosen...

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Ah Consuela! Invoking vast vistas for visions of green Spanish eyes,
I discern them again where she left me back then,
                 as we kissed when she parted, my friend.
Through those ruins I tread towards the footlights,...

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              If a poem was a spell at wizard's dell. 
Would it say in a state of dual-singularity come to life 3D...

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"THE BIRD CANNOT FLY"

No matter how hard he flaps his wings body won’t lift,
is it obesity or small wings?
He shouldn’t devour the food mother 
fed him but do some exercise for flying,

worse yet, 
he pecked...

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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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ATTACK

I can still see their faces
mouths open screaming silent screams
silenced by the loud barking 
of weapons, theirs and ours;
sudden explosions rendering moot
intensity of automatic fire.

They came out of the trees
running across the stream,
the dark forms...

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obsessed and intelligent
man's will to do good
spelled letter by letter
can you organize enough to sentence the metaphor of life
walking on dirty water with cleanser
everything you did affected me
because of you i am what i am
only...

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There is a plastic Christmas tree down at the mall
Every needle a perfect green.
Untouched by winter wind or early frost,
Summer’s heat or parching drought,
It stands with ideal symmetry among the shoppers
Lost in their own and...

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Mindful  

Startled out of nonchalant light,
Wakefulness stands at attention
Ignited flame from the eternal candle,
Energized vigil of the watchman
At the soul’s dawning daybreak
Tingling in the presence
Of every dappled infinite breath.

Rotating eye of illumination
Watchful, like a...

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As the sun dips lower in the sky
And the ocean turns a deeper hue
Families pack up their children
Pails, shovels, blankets and shoes

The life guard closes up his tower
His day successfully through
No one lost in the...

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had Julian been even a sparkle in his 
mom’s eyes
when Ray put the pen to Fahrenheit 451,
one might have witness the light being 
passed
straight from one hand to the next---
from Zamyatin to 
Huxley & from...

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I ran a string of lights across my roof they twinkled very nicely,
So I wrapped some trees out in the back, six of them precisely.

I hung a snowflake made of light in each window of...

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I didn’t see the moon in a pearly hue.
The ocean’s waves weren't a deep azure blue.
If the meadows didn’t sing a soft gentle tune.
In a pearly hue I didn’t see the moon.

Would you still love...

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Thunderstorm crashing and hurricanes thrashing,

Tossed and torn by the weather that we try to navigate together,

Window pane mist lets fall the first morning dew, symbolism of the tears that fall from you,

Fingers just touching tip...

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O Ruby; you are my resuming red

Red, the heart of the gemstone
Symbol of love and passion
Comes to the path of romance
Takes the soul gratefully at a glance

Fountain of July torrential rain
Within rhythmic welcome sane
Dearly drenching...

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inevitably, one night a few of the forced occupants decided that they had had enough &
took it upon themselves to try & leave the church camp---
they made their way out of their dorms & down...

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As the soft glowing light fills the sky above, the sun scatters her rays across 
the heavens blushing in hues of blue and green, with midnight accrues.
(Breathe in, hold and breathe out)
As the sun sets...

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PHILOSOPHY   OF   LIFE

Personal philosophy  is a shoe which fits me and no one else.
I  cannot claim that my philosophy is  good for everyone.
All I know is that ...

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I cling to reveries of hours, the ardent
Reflections from flowering summer’s root,
That in my journal moment,  the crimson skies 
Are aglow with tulips long as floodlights:
Then I burn phrases the way one does in
A...

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Does life seem to you,
as love does to we,
that virtuous circles
engage healing intent

While viscious squares
of bad-tempered stomping
marches much less gayly
toward escalating drama
with harmful trauma
and persistent
discontent

Positive engagement
does not engage negative performers
as if some lives
are divinely entitled
to...

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The world a stage,
Shakespeare noted.
And we the imposter,
in our final call. 

A few catch our last show.
Unwitting, they s on cue,
our fatal prelude,
our convulsive caricature,
our final self-deprecation.

A clown milking our last mockery,
our closing burlesque pratfall,...

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Above, the shrill of neon lights portend
a promise of new love in garish hues,
but for a broken life yet on the mend
the darkness of the scape brings only views
of solitude when memory accrues
as strangers unimpassioned...

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Watching the clouds at dusk
   and the deer in flight. . .
      I wait for these beauties to cross.

The hue of the sky
   morphs from ebony...

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In the heart of Melbourne's bustling streets,
Lies a club where every footy fan meets.
Black and white, their colors fly,
A magpie's pride, soaring high.

Collingwood, oh Collingwood,
Where dreams are chased, and understood.
With every kick, mark, and handball,
The...

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Vanity dripping off of you
Like dew from a new spring stem
The mightiest cock shall rule the roost
But there's a disease unleashed in the pen

Something's in the air
Blowing over this farm tonight
Wake up, wake up, Farmer...

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