Long Huddles Poems

Set upon the new world stage within the burning fires of hell. Silently posed factions of the elite, suppress the true inherit of Mother Earth. The meek children bending over for millennium, taken spankings of...

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Let us begin
by explicitly undressing
what may have been
implicitly held
multicultural feelings:

1. For the overwhelming masses
of teeming and scheming 
healthy human adults,
and especially adolescents,
peak sexual experiences
are also our peak
lifetime
spiritual experiences
of compassion
co-passion
shared orgasmic passion.

2.  Our elder right...

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Lightly the rain falls upon the lamp lit streets, the shabbily dressed figure
Walks with an air of uncertainty down the cobbled stone streets, leaning,
On his rickety cane, the elderly gentleman huddles beneath his umbrella Of...

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As allies falter from his Blitzkrieg force,
the blood of British sons infuse the sand.
They pray their brothers front the Channel’s course
for they have failed to gain the upper hand.
And, so they wait as devastation rides
upon...

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For Within Thine Eyes, I See Love's Eternal Gaze, 
- a collaboration with Susan Ashley
 
How shall I, let your kind and most tender heart go
with its immense depths, sweet kisses, resplendent glow.
I could do...

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How shall I, let your kind and most tender heart go
with its immense depths, sweet kisses, resplendent glow.
I could do no such, no more than I walk away
sweetheart, I love you too much, this truth...

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These steep hills are part of me
Where I learned to ride a bike
And gazed over the industrial haze
And ice-dammed the steep melting  streets
So the toy boat couldn’t
Drift out of control downslope.

Now,  like snow...

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Standing among the evergreens, hardwoods grow pale
Signaling the change—like a snakeskin shed in near perfect form,
On the forest floor, shadows and leaves, in infinite degrees of repose.
And for a season, before new sprouts, these giants...

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The earth shudders and the dust of a thousand years
lifts into the sky like a blanket thrown up in exultation
and beneath this blanket plates grind together
in sudden need
A craving to bring dried and edged flesh
with...

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A. M.

3.09 am
Still awake I am
Stares at the ceiling, occasionally to my palm or arm
Why? Just silly stuff, silly
Like why do harm, ham and hum sound the same? Haha
Then suddenly my mind is flooded
Thoughts of...

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The Man In The Moon 

Follow the crooked path 
     through a frosted gate
And hide in the shadows, 
     where the streets are straight,
Look for me in...

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Across the sea in a far off land,
Hunkered down in a bombed out farmhouse, a soldier makes his final stand.
Seriously wounded, but no fear does he show,
As the enemy approaches, he’s locked and loaded and...

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His home is always
where he is –

Beneath the trestles
of clattering trains, he huddles
in the damp & sandy wind,
eyes across the ocean,
sandwich crumbled,
filthy in his coat pocket

His home is just
where he is –

Now inside a box...

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ON RESCUING AN INJURED PIGEON
	I.
sliding screen door screeches, pigeons scatter
thump of wing against breast, shockwave breeze
more frequent than in the past, shimmering necks
soundtrack squirrel zig-zags, new-green lawn
perches like the pigeons, await my departure

	II.
he appeared in...

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Sitting by a bookshelf
covered with thick dust
I shower my eyes
with other hands words
written in this book's chafed skin.
Skin that my hands have the only feel of others thoughts
cause actual immobile flesh with a mouth to...

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I'm confused, mentally I'm at a crossroad 
due to years of trial & error with failed 
love attempts, a small ratio of my mind doesn't
know if she's an angel in disguise 
disguise or heaven sent...

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Pigeons in flight, skimming over the streets
Swift, restless movement, but going nowhere
Cleaving curved wings in the sweltering air
While no one takes notice of the rhythm's repeat

They circle and settle, no reason or a plan
They perch,...

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Quote: “It is difficult to say what is impossible, for the dream of yesterday is the hope of today and the reality of tomorrow.” -- Robert H. Goddard 

Oh, yesterday, the tales we're told, ...

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Perhaps I’m facing pogonophobes? 
Apparently wore the wrong face.
Age-hardened wiry wisps forge 
post-pubescent platemail -
protect strangers
from my truest fleshy pores, protect me 
from the xenophobes of the Winter Conference. 

It’s all pitching and coffee breaks...

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Pillowed blankets with cottons cool
Waking up festive next to you
Tip-toeing giddy like a fool
Caressing life while carving through

Pulling a shirt over my head
While keenly watching your calm face
Lying prone upon our plush bed
Vision the darkness...

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I am standing on the threshold of destiny
I see my light shining in the horizon
My past has crumbled behind me like the giant walls of Jericho

I see the heavens opening wide
Over flowing with endless mercies
 
He...

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(Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 80)

I have avoid many a problem 
My own way painting lines of poem
None solved or boost my morale 
I just ended up being a chorale 
But You; oh Lord, when You...

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They pointed their fingers...that's what people do...
...
     they point their fingers...without ever trying on your shoes.
They pointed their fingers at her...she walked 
with perfect posture...there is no cost...they do not
charge even a nickel for form...

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Dixie Cup Memorial
                  by Odin Roark

How small it is
this bottom of the Dixie cup
looking skyward
holding high the torch
the...

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Oh great eye of darkness 
Pour down milky glow 
My beacon of brilliance 
Begin the creep show 

Come my precious orb of night
Above the shroud of inky fright
Beam my silent pumpkin moon
Guide us as we...

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