Long Hazelnut Poems

Once upon a time, there lived a young woman. She was tall with soft blue eyes and wispy blonde hair. She was married to a nice young man. He was less tall and had almond...

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    When lotus  d u s k s
         are sequined with a gown
   of glittery s t a r s ,...

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Drink of Today
Today will never peek though this portal again
As the Great artist paints the tips of the trees and the unremarkable clouds
a newly created and blended shade of rose
One that has never been seen...

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It’s what gets me up in the morning
It motivates me every day
Coffee
A normal person might say my dog
Or having to use the bathroom
Okay, a sad normal person would say that
Some things should just be legalized
Like...

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Through tinted glass, I see cars have lined up outside, like a java-thirsty snake who waits to strike at the employee working the drive-through window.
I take a last dreg of coffee, then vacate the table...

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Our nephew Rick and his wife Laura in a move we found quite sweet
for Deborah’s belated birthday…invited us out to eat.
“You have a choice to make.” Laura would assert
“We could take you to a restaurant...

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Lovely, luscious, lady capturing and tempting fellows' eyes.
Eyes so like hazelnut chocolate, chestnut brown
Silence piercing the noisy chaos, as I walk through the crowd.
Lifeless, broken hearts cause a wandering of eyes. I see into your...

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Ranted I in fiery dance
Upon the rushed floor.
It plyeth mosaicate from out my thought.
Lucid it creels through battlement and prepapace.
Upon this tower, I cleveth Erin’s loved lorne lore.

It’s marshed earth with braided stench of wilded...

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Bustling people and clinking forks
A crowded maze of tables and chairs
The soft conversations meant to be secret
Rise to a horrible din of mingling words and phrases

The smell of stale coffee beans and perfume
Caress my nose...

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RAVEL LUDWIG SPINET
5005 ALESIS COMMONS
CONER OF MOOG AND KORG
NEW MELLOTRON U.S.A. 50005


DEAR MISTER VOLCA AKAI:

MY NAME IS, MON CHATTE. I AM WRITING IN CONCERN OF THE SHEDULING OF YOUR CONCERT. ON "BLA, BLA, BLA" YOU...

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He viewed the room in the attic with distaste.
It had to serve, he had no money to waste.
The house owner was reluctant to rent it.
Alas, a better place his funds did not permit.

Finding a job...

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A hazelnut breeze awakens us
To another day in the show no one signed up for
From an accidental scream
Or selfish architects of love

Rained out
Silver skies that block the sun
Do others cry when the shine reappears
To break...

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Blue-gray the barren mountains of Moab
at dusk . . . a tour bus winds its way
up to Jerusalem, City of God, from Tel Aviv.
How one feels, the emotion, is difficult to convey;
the very mold of...

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Wander in my poem,
As if on the beaches of Copacabana.
Lay down on every one of its words,
as if on the warm, hazelnut sand.
Let the sun color your skin
and rest upon your back.
Forget who you are,
as...

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I Like Creamer With A Splash Of Coffee
In What Direction Did Your Mind Take Flight
Poetic Language Leaves Room For Deep Interpretation 
Even Though My Statement Is Literal Truth
It Packs A Punch Of Figurative Youth
Oh The...

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Black Gold, French haute cuisine, that is!
Truffles - Black, White and Brown! 
These humble amorphous lumps of fungi fruit dung,
are diamonds in the dirt, 
much coveted by chefs all over,
for their taste and nice aroma.
But,...

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The sun is shinning and the breeze is a blow,
my table all white with lace in it's place and
tea cups in a row.

Fresh, red watermelon in tiny scoops with triangle cut orange
marmalade sandwiches lined in...

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Musty antiquity 
within.
Spice inside
a cauldron 
of ripe reason. 
Five months 
unshelved 
brewing boiling 
now the suave coolness,
animals don’t know
how to simmer their lovebroth
like this.

Only the Titan breath, what they desired remained. 

The world was dark,...

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Lethal kind heart, your fingernails like morganite daggers
sharp enough to stab my heart from the hearth that you warm
As long as you still light it, my breathing bellows will stoke
your flame, which came from a...

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Nostalgia captures my lone heart’s ear
as I drift along these mournful days.
Not sad for a life lost to death,
but of affections lost to time.

I’m fearful of not gaining back
the memories I lust to relive.
So as...

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Light

Wherever there is darkness there is also light.
Dark, dusty room, open a window: light.

Monday morning and black coffee triggers cringe,
Hazelnut coffee creamer turns bitter, black espresso light.

Bright eyed child, up and about at the cusp...

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The morning seemed quiet when I got up from my bed,
The air was still, as I shook the cobwebs from my head.

I walked slowly into the bathroom to wash my face,
Work must be done and...

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A gold Bulova watch that grandpa owned was hidden
from everyone's eyes in a desktop drawer,
where daddy stored his coin collection;
it glittering brighter than the noon sun, it astonished;
my discovery wasn't a small wonder
as seen by...

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I loved those trees, 
limbs draped in plump wild grapes, 
bursting with flavor on my tongue, 
while juice stained my fingers.
	
Tall cottonwoods shadowed 
the creek where we splashed—Sis,
brother, and I—and a giant sycamore 
shaded Granddad's...

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I pricked my finger 
on a thorn of Voodoo roses
felt the stab of crimson
and sweet burn of saffron
in a tequila sunrise
I smelled apples but tasted oranges
as a clock chimed with mockingbirds
in the chartreuse trill of...

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