Long Grover Poems

One day not so long ago 
I walked
Never alone
For the world 
Is always my home

It was a late
Spring snow
Yet I felt
Invisible red roses
Offering sweetest perfume
To my nose and soul

There’s such warmth 
In snow-filled winter
No bitterness
No...

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Sophistication of sinister online skulduggery...

lurks within the outer limits of cyberspace,
where dark shadows eclipse edge of night
indistinguishable from the twilight zone.

Within the Internet binary size weavers loom
shuttlecock whizzes (analogous to a bad mitten)
at speed of...

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Note to Grover Norquist
and others with corporate political non-responsibility persuasions:

When you were 21 you "decided that nobody learned anything about politics after the age of 21."

A few financially well-greased years later, as a professional lobbyist,
you...

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Four Short Poems for the Apocalypse

Poem #1 – “Reality Bites”

Feeling so hopeless.
Feeling the loss somewhere inside.
I can feel it, but I don’t know quite where.
Reality bites.
Feeling so awkward and sad.
I knew it was bound to...

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A gift to our country from France, she 
stands majestically in New York Harbor, 
an icon of freedom and this country.
			
Her importance is not new,
yet our nation remains in awe of her.
She exists because long...

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It is common knowledge to those who have shared rooms with the groom and those who have only shared houses with him, he snores 
and no matter what one tries to do to stop him,...

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The casting crew look at you and their minds go in the gutter 
If you knew their thoughts, it would make you shudder 
Ernie feels left out without his rubber ducky 
Big Bird believes he...

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Old man, old school
Young man, new rules
Self-taught all out, times bout to expire
Now the youth today look lup to themselves riding the streets with flat tires
They think they have the way
To make it on their...

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They call me Elly Mae 'round here,
For my critters are so many.
I love 'em each and every one,
And couldn't part with any.

You see, Tommy, he's the eldest,
Grumpy through and through.
Course, eighteen years as a cat,
Would...

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American green




      The tree of life gave birth to a nation and these men who helped nature 
      shape it. The father of our Country...

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Witches, warlocks, ghouls and ghosts. 
Vampires, veins, Halloween hosts. 
Black cats, broomsticks, magic and more
Trick-or-treating with the witch next door.

 Potions, powders, apple bobbing too
Your mask is awesome. Who are you?
Mystic, seer, prophetess, gypsy, guru,
Shaman,...

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(Fact not fiction. True research).

Birth place creation from France
The one and only Queen of freedom 
Along side of Queen of England.
Sculptured design by Frederic Auguste Bartholdi
The statue of liberty was and built by Gustave Eiffel.
Arrived...

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Memories are just that.
O how I wish Grandmama were making her fruitcake.
Standing alongside the entire time
With the understanding the mixing bowl was mine for the taking.

All year she would save all her dimes. 
So many...

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I needed some storage space so I checked out
The floor underneath the kids’ bed.
It’s a very old bunk but instead of some room,
This is what I encountered instead:

A bag filled with newspapers, all from the...

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sitting on the porch with a bowl of cookie crisp
reminiscing about the times when everything was cheap
sitting on the porch with a bowl of cap' n crunch
thinking about the times when one radio station was...

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A soldier's tale about young Grover,
Though black, his duty called him over,
He survived the Front's futility,
Came home after 1918,
With his medals for bravery,
With valour, he beat the Hun,
Back here, society did him shun,
He came home,...

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Hitherto, haphazard colors knew no bounds
-across the stark black and white pages,
they painted with cheerful abandon;
intense furrowed brows, hard at work
-masterpieces bound for the refrigerator door
or Dad’s office desk, free will
proudly personified, before “inside the...

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In this smoke so dense and thick with grey
I sense a smouldering so infinitely in array
Churning and churning in this maguier of fire
I see what anger the very earth can sire
What angst is in this...

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Gathering “daisy do’s” and “daisy don’ts”
amid life’s proverbial clover.
The sun may shine 
on clouds divine.
I think I’ll name the little dog “Rover.”

Butterfly near, I think you’re a dear
to pollinate the flowers.
A winged delight 
within my...

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My Muse had a strange concept,
Aussies could spread Test Cricket,
Global Peace from this precept,
Middle East with a new diversion,
Test Cricket's mesmerising stupefaction,
No shots daily, narcotic absorption,
"Resume hostilities at the end of the next over...":
They'll say,...

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