Long Fruitlessly Poems

Date:   April  2046

In Damian's mansion the twins
Justin and Jordan were preparing 
To celebrate their 15th birthday.
Damian and his older brother 
Carter Junior were talking in the 
Dining room. CJ said, I bought...

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Date 2008 these are Damian's 
Formative days. Damian Hakim 
Was born 2001 August 10th.
8lbs 7oz. Big baby boy! Damian 
Lived in west Virginia with his
Mother Lucinda, father Carter 
Hakim and his siblings. Now 2008
Young Damian...

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Coffee or tea?

Fragmented frogs frolicking fruitlessly freeing flavoursome fairy freckles,
But what of the speckled hound in the bin?
Well he growled,
He snarled,
The sole paw pilot pivoting,
How interesting was it to note though that the frogs although...

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“Gerellenpoe’s Department Store” - Cincinnatti’s largest and most prestigious ‘five-n-dime’ in 1883 - 
Carried almost everything a human being could want - and if you’d spend a buck or more...they’d give you something FREE!

Mom was...

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considering the inanity of writing a poem
 without  any idea  of a subject
  to write about has not deterred me 
from blindly filling the first sentence with words of little or no...

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August 21 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Hosea 11-14

Key Verse – Hosea 11:10 They shall walk after the LORD…

LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY WALK DIRECTOR AND GUIDE			

Lord God, You are my walk Director...

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A train door closes packed with passengers.

Destinations being most different than others.

Typical light touches, embarrassing rubbing,
Lastly, the ever so bothersome nudging.

Unfinished conversations, from platform
Carries on within the overcrowded train.

Yapping and gabbing, defined as gossiping,
Amidst disgruntled...

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June 11 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 104-106

Key Verse – Psalm 104:1 Bless the LORD, O my soul. O LORD my God, thou art very great; thou art clothed with honour and...

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CHILD I’M THERE

There was a time when all I did came natural to me,
But then I started thinking how perfect it must be.
So many who would see my work would need to see the best,
And...

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From hunting comes 
From hunting drums
From hunting hums
All bright stars
Near and far
In New York or Trafalgar 
Those stars in skyscrapers
Those dazzling gold vapours
The government shapers
The controller of all papers
All go on hunting 
And keep counting
And...

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Before I die,
I will write my names on a million pages  
In the heart of history with rows and colums.
My blood will stand as defence to the weak,
And I will make my voice a...

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Dangerous Mind

The mind is a most dangerous thing,
Forcing memories into replay,
Endless relived moments drowning bring
Snippets in time more real than today. 
Paralyzing sadness is trouble
Which the mind needs to be addressing. 

Before I died inside,...

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With a canvas this large, I chose black paper
And fruitlessly wrote with the same ink I did before
A silent voice calling out to the deaf
Smoke-strained and hoarse

Remaining static at 25
The smallest of steps pushed back...

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Among its existing old leaves of the mango tree
Arrived fresh flowers in early February

At dawn everyday
Bare gay soles at walk felt tiny granules
A pleasurable scent greeted them on their way

Soon little mangoes came out
Tiny green...

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Anger, guilt and pain,
those are the only emotions
I feel; my skin crawls whenever
my mind flashes those painful
memories that I try my best to
forget.
Mornings are normal; I do my 
every day chores like clock-work.
The daily grind...

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The mind is a most dangerous thing,
Forcing memories into replay,
Endless relived moments drowning bring
Snippets in time more real than today. 
Paralyzing sadness is trouble
Which the mind needs to be addressing. 

Before I died inside, I...

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I had a glistening dream when I was young
Bright as an orange on October tree
Near as the horizon on the rim of the sea
Sweet as mango sweating in the grass
Clear as the crystal of the...

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Who said birthdays were for trite celebrations?
A day just for forgetting the world’s woes
Who said they were not for jubilation?
Of our victory against time and space; our foes
Answer, for I am happy and sad at...

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When I was young,  
I dreamed of the Jabberwock 
And looking-glass; 
Now I see the world through 
A singing soul-- 
My soul's eye, no longer aslumber, 
Travels as if in search of a kinder...

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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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The best poetry stays silent and deep
It cries for attention below still waters
Each one melting into oceans weeping

I still fish poorly in infinity’s pool
With no reward that satisfies
How the fishees goad me cruelly

Titles of poems...

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*** Words Vanish ***

Words vanish!
Disperse — as prayer begun  
Moves to clear the mind 
    And bare the heart,
Swelling the soul to meet Thee
    With love…

Sending on high...

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night’s realm lays in great forests dark and deep
strong tall trees stand in brooding stolid indifference
barren twisted limbs reach deeply into clear black sky
grasping fruitlessly full moon’s piercing cold white beams 
casting grey sinister shadows...

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A tree line affords temporary shelter-
a wintry abode-
hedge-rows define the horizon-
the interphase of bright green winter wheat 
and melancholy sky. 
Just beyond- warmth, safety- 
a fireside hearth and warm imbibment.
A chill descends- naked tree limbs
weave...

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Why  look for me at the foot of Devils Peak
I hear you visit there every other week
It was the choice that you made so long ago
Hate saying it but you recall I told you...

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