Long Homely Poems

Headlights messaged through midnight windows 
Curtainless glass unable to subdue the urgency 
Car obtained in street nearby was theirs temporarily
Three hour drive to ship leaving island next morning

Two sixteen year old girls barely registered surprise...

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C:
  I journeyed long upon the way, e-mailed through your router
  hello "Henry", good to greet, I am in your computer
  I am between him and her, so I am gender neuter

...

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This selection of Christmas carols, in themselves, has little value as songs or poems.  Their importance lies chiefly as a historical footnote, as some scholars believe they may have been works written by history’s...

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In the midst of a quiet summer day, while the sun is peeping
And the gentle breeze brushing everything, dancing and passing
Our hero, an ant, seen sweating and puffing, but still climbing
Like a soldier on mission,...

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My Greek grandmother and godmother, cousins,
My grandma baked and cooked homely,
My Nona, my godmother exotically,
Each one perfect, one couldn’t fault either,
Their husbands, playing backgammon
Looked up and winked at each other,
Each one betting a fiver!
Their competitiveness...

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In the silent depths of my mind, I ponder what defines a fulfilled life,
Is it a path paved with discipline or perhaps a labyrinth of unbound pleasure?
Maybe the truth hides in the time spent with...

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How Wiccans acquired a bad rep is not clear.
Misogynist bullies afraid of these women’s light,
A young teen with an ugly heart of jealous fear,
Might point a finger under cover of night.
But in Salem Massachusetts, hysteria...

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"Photographs escort us to hidden recesses of memory and bring before us rare moments lost in time"... By Poet

Flitting through the pages of an old album,
Picked up from an abandoned dusty box, 
I saw a...

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still the climbing green lianoid lass


her tender tendrils torn  


massive metal lying like a cutlass


in her lap forlorn


                ...

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Sunrise

		               What a splendour to watch the sun
             ...

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There are homely tricks my mother would do,
One peculiar think after another she could brew,
Just give her a dozen eggs to break through,
And watch her turn them into running shampoo.
 
One peculiar thing after another...

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futures cavort below the horizon
  an expectant dawn glows, duly announcing the first born arrival
  tomorrow then forward smiles, feeling good
  half planned momentous moment, ordering fate, shaping survival

  surf wave...

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HERO

“As a boy you’ll go away to that far off distant war
 And you’ll come back a man
 Of which my son I’m so proud.”
 
So off to this war I went
To a place that...

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THE RUIN 
an Old English poem about fate & destiny
modern English translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

well-hewn was this wall-stone, till Wyrdes wrecked it
and the Colossus sagged inward...

broad battlements broken;
the Builders' work battered;

the high ramparts toppled;
tall...

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Where I come from 

What a democratic place to live
A place where our leaders are elected but in actuality they are really selected 
where the government by the people is not with and for the...

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Once upon a silent summer eve, 
as fine vermilion lines, 
between bleeding moonlight, 
swiftly sailed across
  my darkness and I, 
sakura springs sang 
 dulcet melodies of 
  a deathless devotion, 
incised within...

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Forever extinct seems the age of classical poetry,
With all its cheers from caves, cottages, marble domes and temples,

When now a country honors not classical bards:
O Hugh MacDiarmid, Petrarch, Ono No Komachi, Thomas Chatterton, Robert Browning,...

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Twas the darkest of nights in the prarie woodland
Little Red Riding Hood walked the raven strand

A steamy fog cut through the bleary bog
The rancid odor of vaporous springs did the air clog
A venomous frog full...

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Sara tiptoes across
The kitchen floor
To get some heat
She opens the oven door

Sheets in the window
Sara calls them curtains
Mind weary, Soul hurtin'
Sara

Sara lives by the train tracks
At Sixteenth and O
Her Mama calls it a shack
But to...

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AmI haveI willI doI as all been some will be with all the helping verbs from Ahman and Ricks in jr high in a timed collective to last a lifetime, I be a  planetary...

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THE NIGERIA I KNOW


The Nigeria I know is a great nation
Free from bribery and corruption.
She house the most educated people on earth,
Shielded by a thousand legion of warlords.
Protruding bellies with nothingness are not
seen pleading around...

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The Bitter Bite of Night!

Night creeps in sotto voce
melding with the mellowing village life.
Night, a seemingly mischievous cat,
slips along incognito in its prankish mood,
teasing any light that tries to define her.
Night now casts darkness into...

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No bull in the proverbial china shop
but of the astrological skies 
you’d ride bareback upon the animal
assured by its strength and muscular form 
Ruled by Venus and of the second house
A feminine introvert or negative...

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Loving life hid beneath rim of cool ceramic bowl
Tree frog claimed proud place, toilet's homely hole
Enamoured by his simple palace making stance
I bend to peer at his green grip toe stick, entranced

My ordinary admonished by...

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Xiou Xue
         ‘Little Snow’ her story. ( my son's family 'home helper)
Ma wars, with earth to conjure a meal,        ...

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