Long Has beens Poems

Routine.
New Year
yet the same ritualistic routines,
absent their blissfully celebrating roots
buried in more fertile loves and hope-filled times
and might have beens
if not for this today
with these people
on this sacred nurturing Goddess Earth,

Still making more or less...

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The victim list keeps growing

But no one really cares

The gristmill claims another one

Keep your hands in and don't stare

Hollywood is the golden land

The eternal silver screen

But many souls are lost here

A lot of greats or...

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Each day’s (we’re alive) one more leaf that has fallen
from tree (Fate’s collusion?), our edifice grown
with the help of light garnered from sources outside
of our provenance, moisture, and minerals,
‘cheap’s’ turned to ‘gold,’ not by Chemistry’s...

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One Hit Wonder
Another night, another song, another legion showcase

Some friendly folk just out for fun, an acoustic disgrace.

It's little cash, but lots of fun spinning discs on weekends

I play a few and sit and watch...

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Bygone Days
Written: By Tom Wright
4/3/2007

Remember the slogan
 “Haskell is moving, are you pushing?

The railroad depot stands no more
In the spot it occupied for so long.
Instead in it’s space, a Homeland store,
But in my memory it...

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“Who’s that by the casket?” I turned and quizzed my brothers,
discretely, as the mourners filed in.
“That’s old Jacob Wrigley,” one replied, “a friend of dad and mother’s, 
who, I believe, for many years has been

Helping...

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I could be way off base, but I think that ‘Control’
and ‘Graced Giving’ are opposites, poles that can’t meet
in a space with dimensions, where sanity floats
and integrity lives (for one can’t buy a gift!)
‘Good Samaritan’s...

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Since halfway through the fifties we’ve been slowly slippery-slopin’, and almost everyperson that I know, that’s near my age,
Agrees with me that, if you read the “book of life” today, you’ll clearly see my reasoning...

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They’re trying to tell you
That your superstitions and machinations 
Are an exhausting game of whack-a-mole
They’re trying to tell you 
You’ve assumed a version of them
That society told you existed and you never questioned
They’re trying to...

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a farmer once lost most of his crop in a storm but he didn't complain
he knew never to count on the might have-beens just thank God for whatever remains
we need to learn to count our...

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 In the depths of my heart, a shadow dwells, Regret's icy grip, a tale it tells. Missed opportunities, choices made, Unraveled dreams, a path that swayed. Like a phantom, it haunts my waking hours,...

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People connect, people want to connect, if stranger-you, stranger as you find yourself, as I see you, wish to speak to me, The Poet once asked, then why shouldn’t you?

We lose touch with it, we...

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A Renga for Poetry Soup:


Meander

Time and the river
Endless silver morning
Autumn leaves float by

Shimmering streaming mountains
Pines swaying in constant winds

Morning mirror
Another gray hair
Ah! the wind of time

Spring's last daffodil
Plucked for a dinner paty

Diamond blue fragments
Reflecting off...

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Mama I want to be a star
I want to grace stages that host the world's revered faces
Fantasies shameless my pipe dreams contagious 
I want to be famous

Not one for fictional frivolity
I speak of what's in...

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Small Summer Cabins for Rent on Lovegrove Lake
				by Barbara C. Agarwal


I left my chance when
A chance I did not take
When I saw you long, long ago
At Lovegrove Lake.

Do you remember per chance also,
Me perched on...

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Another Loss By Hillary

 A lot of people are upset about Hillary's loss. 
Politics should be kept out off of FaceBook just like out of church. 
I am really worried about Trump. Staff he is choosing...

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Within reason
lies a house full of ordinary
a chest of bland memories. 
 
                      ...

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Since I reached 80 years of life
time has moved too fast but in slow motion 
I oftentimes feel embarrassed at what I became 
and what I could have been 
but old men dream more of...

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Every day, people each have their own different point of views. These points are either
good, bad, or in-between. And for when he or she gets him/herself in a compromising
situation, that's so bad. It seems that...

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No more tears, no more fears.
No more dieing, no more crying.
No more trying, no more failing.
No more dealing with or feeling,
No more pain!


            ...

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On a journey down the mile
A priest knelt down in prayer
“Our father help me guide this lost soul
To your loving embrace 
That you may be his last judge 
His stain of death will mark him
So...

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I never liked the smell of lilacs although they were always
your favorite flower.
When did you stop bringing them home?  I never noticed, 
Wish I had.

I always thought walking through pine-scented woods was such
a bore,...

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the free state is actually not free
casting my line into the many manipulations
worked by dust devils and hierophants
gambling their grunt wages on my young ass
like cowboys on a cattle free vacation
unwelcome by all rational standards
it's...

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The restoration properties
collected in each and
every grain of sand, 
stimulates the aging 
functions that affect
durations longing of 
infinity that it now
possesses a
plunging pit,
beings owned 
and detained in
accumulations of
senseless sands compiles, 
in an attribute of time,...

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When your heart beats
and mine no longer can, 
I'll be flying into peace 
into heavens open land 

At the coming of dawn 
as night's beauty falls away, 
I'll take one last breath 
looking forward into...

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