Long Hankered Poems

Stricken with anguished nausea

Written three years ago tomorrow, 
yet superimposed (likened to 
emotional palimpsest) upon 
mental state of yore
recent post traumatic stress 
triggered courtesy war
torn legally tendered greenbacks, 
where enemy bonded, heisted, and netted 
mine...

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The boss aka Bruce Springsteen and the E Street band

Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen 
born at Monmouth Medical Center 
in Long Branch, New Jersey, 
on September 23, 1949. 

His nationalities include hodgepodge 
of Dutch, Irish, and...

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American Pies and Porkies

I’m not American though I spent a year in California the land of beaches Hollywood 
‘flower power’ ‘Big Sur’ with dopey dreams and have walked ‘bear’-foot in Yosemite
thus I followed the elections...

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All In The Name Of "Progress"

The wrecking ball long since
demolished boyhood house zen
located at 324 Level Road,
a once nonagricultural,
pastoral, rural residence,
which soulful yen
I called home while
veritably sequestered, quarantined, positioned...
sprawled atop spaciously shingled roof
countless years (B)efore...

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Alfredo always abhorred angry approaches
After an amigo accosted after an argument
And, afterward, Alfredo abstained arguing,

Because blackening bruises betrayed blather
Berniccio blindly behaved better, bravely
Becoming brotherly before blasting bullies!

Carefully commandeering calmer Carlos,
Claiming cool comradeship courageously
Communicated clever candid...

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Alms Za Try'n To Reach Out As Legatee Wannabe

Yukon pots sib bully challah me Jude
dish hiss literary panhandler schlepping
along virtual figurative boulevard Asia
brogue kin bloke rattling tin cup aware
how quickly passersby dodge away as
if I...

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this cautious man (bobby jean) born in the u.s.a.
grownin’ up in the badlands of atlantic city
bonded with blood brothers 
felt born to run along backstreets
in brilliant disguise that did cover me
frequently blinded by the light
of...

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An evanescent bouquet of skewed briars,
is how a tinsel laden tawdry essence wickedly unfolds,
scuppered signpost to a fetid human compost,
faint light pendant on soul crushed quantum migrant,
who might chortle at vivid veil flimsy vacuum,
skirt recklessly...

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© 2009 (Jim Sularz)

Quiet mounds of yellowed tailings and dead weeds whisper low.
And proud rusting relics telling tales of striking gold.
The rush from East, from North and South, by wagon, train or foot.
Days not all...

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(Where the streets are full of pity)

Last night! I met an old boxer
in an alley of cardboard;
he seemed glad to see me,
shouted me over for a fight!
I told him!
“Hey I’m not in your league”
“Young man.”...

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Last night I met an old boxer in an alley of cardboard; he seemed glad to see me, 
shouted me over for a fight, I told him ‘Hey mate, I’m not in your league’ 
‘Young...

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no diminution in tiredness arose
gnome hatter how off tin ma dis bows
Zoe let his bot tee succumb,
     via mental application

     of autogenic phrases
    ...

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Muse, you didn’t offer excuses to hold my hand
To walk and talk to the flagging courage
Weeping and seeping into the stamina gland
Where years of interaction on the educational stage

Yielded fields of unexpected benefits
I accrued from...

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I reckon to us city dudes an' ordinary blokes it seems somewhat strange,
But a cowpoke an' his horse become pards when ridin' the lonely range!
Pausin' fer a roll-yer-own under a ponderosa after a hot ride...

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She had a gothic heart,
predictability and tamming tranquility were her counterparts,
she felt pain as gain,

peace was nettlesome and purposeless,
an abomination that careless civilization is undeserving of,
life is best consumed in confrontation,

within her magnificent mind God's...

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Ruffled for starters, confusion on the rocks

a colloquy for beginners as scattered as blocks

the more you think, the more you think more

away from yourself you weaken your core

Nothing was taught, they calculated it all

thrown from...

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The System 
It was a strange little town every house were five storey tall
 and had the same colour, ochre. The houses were built close 
together, giving narrow, dark streets and no room for parks...

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CATHARSIS

                     As a child being deprived of Mom’s care and affection
    ...

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There is a cold and aimless fear
that grips our longing and aim—
like the talons of a hankered fowl,
readying itself to the plunge
of some inevitable sorrow… 

The fear becomes a burning hurt—
one that is forgotten,
soon to...

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LIKE A CHILD


      Since childhood I am blowing balloons to release in air and picking pebbles 
on stream strand and sandy sea shore, chattering chirping ceaseless like cheerful birds, seeking...

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FIGHT FOR FREEDOM 

         Journey of life under recurrent restriction.
        Hindrances at random, freedom seldom,
     ...

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To slumber, when I did surrender 
Someone gave me Untimely Call 
Was enjoying dream hence did not answer 
Colourful STARS vying for me one and all 
Vivid shapes, attractive sizes, all catching eye balls 

Enchantment...

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A subtle march hush saddles the valley
whilst dawn’s reveille is the seagulls call
staid water’s brim against ancient galley
once flew the ensign how the mighty fall.
For here she lie ‘o’ top of salty graves
where wretched souls...

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Once There Was A Love


    Once there was love between us!
     Two wobbling hearts came close,
       hankered for red rose.
  ...

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Deep in the heart of Ireland there runs
A dark belief the future rests on guns
In the midst of a riot in the city of Derry
That sinister undercurrent was in play
It was then  that Lyra,...

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