Long Greying Poems

Will you, won’t you join the dance,
We like to dance here every night,
Moving slowly at the speed of light.
Won’t you give yourself half a chance,
Even two left feet are alright.

The Bipolar Coaster is an excellent...

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Metaphor of outrage, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Metafora del desafuero

			                    ( In celebration of...

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Born into this World, clean in both heart and soul
Untarnished except for God’s pure hands
Sitting up by myself, consuming more and more
A language starting to form in my head
My cries in the day and night...

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The  road  to my hometown was  a  long, and arduous one.
I  loved  the walk ,and the privacy  it  gave  me.
My  mind  was  awash...

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                           I saw the elfin man stand

  ...

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The Pods - Chilling Scifi Poetry

Fear, you are weightier than gravity
in pulling the stomach to the ground.

Rotors slowed and sound waned 
as the helicopter sided, meeting the concrete
in a road ripping, heart stopping flame.
A distant...

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 O beloved rose in my 
  garden of fairy-lamps,
would you bloom in hues of stardust?
let the daffodil moon 
  envy this fragrant field of 
immortal lyrics~
for I’ll treat you with kindness,
 scatter...

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Writing yet another note to my straight white CongressMan,
asking him to Please, Do Panic
about all this fear-based non-legislation
undemocratic fascist 
nationalistic Win/Lose evolutionary corrupt
democratic devolution
going on around
and within us,

I'm wearing a white 1970s vintage Tshirt
from Castro...

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An imaginary love.

So many flowers in the greying sky.
As waves of rainbows fluster bye.
The raindrops on the dry soft ground. 
So soft a noise almost no sound.
Make the beauty cycle around. 
So much blue in...

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When nature wilts into 
                  a colorless haven, 
metaphors of death sprout 
     ...

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To balance on a bike

you've gotta keep moving

but

 

since we can't

always move

 

our lives will improve

if we learn just when

it's time time time

to put a foot down

 

to keep

from falling

and breakin

our crown

 

wise is the...

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The air stale, thick and cloudy with years of gin soaked carpet odor and cigarette vapor of  inconsiderate drag and chain smokers.
The colors smear together and the music disconnected and hypnotic.
The smell of flat...

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There was something spectacular
about a winter, long and hard,
on the Miles River.
Some days will never be the same.

Greying skies, heavy hung
with crystal burdens
of the wind, and air. Twenty above,
after sunset, zero.

And the snow was the...

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Chasing The American Dream Part1

The wonders of social media and its different applications ...
They allow everyone to make reconnections and link up broken communications...

Recently through the ever pervasive hphone What's app application...
Chanced upon a long...

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In such a whimsical action 
a half-asleep routine 
shaped disrobed and left stark naked
this vehicle, this housing, a shell
scarred skin, greying hair, bones, muscle 
and more besides with plenty of stories to tell.
Awash with collected...

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To my enemies,
cloaked in t w i n k l i n g topaz~
I’ve become immune 
to your illusive m a n t r a s,
recited in roseate refrains.

I’ve learned to see 
the vermilion 
...

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December came with Christmas beckoning at the door
He saw every house bright with many a lamp
And the whole streets illumined with colorful lights and star
But his tiny hut looked dismal n’ dark like a prison...

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The taste of you is still sharp on my tongue.
Beside me your form, vulnerable in sleep, 
Unaware of the stroke of my hand along your spine.
All day I gaze at the gentle swell of my...

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Go into the greying  dark night looking at the stars in the sky.
Stars glisten like a chandelier. Full of diamonds twinkling. 
Almost like crisp dry snow sparkles on the ground . 
As it thaws...

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Ah, the wistful daydreams about my lost youth! 
           Astride upon a white stallion, riding into a distant past
    I miss youth...

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A Day with My Barber


First he overcharged me the cut ‘fare’
As a fine for shaving my greying hair
  Then I learned his screwball motive;
“Growin’ more grey I’d like you to fear
  “Appreciate me...

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5/16/22



Here let me paint you a drawing
My skin crawling
Something stirring and calling
As the leaves begin falling
It's appalling
That people are always squabbling
And gossiping
Yet another mauling
It's no longer enthralling
The temperature of the water freezing or scalding
People aging,...

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This morning is perfect silence
And all the world is a garden.
The greying wooden bench upon which
I sit is still slightly damp from last
Night's rain, but was mostly
Sheltered by the brick arches of the
Museum's facade behind...

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It was one of those splendid mellow golden days 
in early autumn when many trees, though still green,
begin to betray a trace of red or yellow. 

In the afternoon I took little Eleanor to the...

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He said,

Your faith community's secularizing problem
is too much dogmatically intolerant rigidity.
You reek of green political correctness.

She replied, indefinitely concluding,

You are undoubtedly right,
our sacred opportunity
too slowly grows win/win principles
of nature/spirit indigenous integrity

We speak of blue empowerment
through...

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