Long Jumble Poems

Differences – you say !

I – me Lass – brave Helios, rides his golden chariot, 
drawn by fiery Steeds, into the vastness of this universe.

These mighty Titans, dispatched – brilliant, glowing -
ruled, controlled the blueness...

Read More

On the night before Christmas, alone in my house, 
Sorrow gnawed at my soul, like a ravenous mouse.
Entombed in my blankets, I struggled to sleep,
Ready to snap if I counted more sheep.

I rose at the...

Read More

Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - J)

Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting...

Read More

Probably occurred about  mid semester in 2018 
Epic perhaps, there was a missed opportunity?
From a challenge contest to pen another poem
But this is stuff that men say in an asylum

At the time my ideas...

Read More

How quick capitalone two-step flickr ring imperceptibly, 
   kneaded asper byte
sized LivingSocial ties, linkedin and massaged viz MineCraft flight
of fancy outlook with plenti full confidence, faith, 
   and inherent lettered oblations...

Read More

One Saturday some years ago, at a market in Rokeby,
a voice was calling from behind and then caught up with me.
It was Shaun O’Malley at the rear that stopped me for a chat,
dressed in a...

Read More

Well what the Dickens is going on?
My choice as the greatest scribe and voice of our tribe
Charles not himself a cricketing man but definitely a fan

Twas…the tale of two skippers and two cities
Both burdened by...

Read More

The mind, a wilderness and untamed 
A place of unknowns and darkened woods 
A battleground where ambitions are drained 
And life plays out in the most uncontrolled goods 

As a student, I fought through the...

Read More

CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS 2

Catullus CI: 'His Brother's Burial'
translation by Michael R. Burch

1.
Through many lands and over many seas
I have journeyed, brother, to these wretched rites,
to this final acclamation of the dead...
and to speak — however ineffectually...

Read More

...Elias didn’t know who the man was,
his mother just shrieked, and retreated back,
the man said, “Boy, my name is Trigger Jones,
and I tell you, I was friends with your pap.

“I head the preacher who took...

Read More

You have a disease
That nothing can cure
Reality sinks in
Your thoughts are a blur

You struggle to do
The best you can
This will be tough
But you will push through

You start to twitch
As if in an itch
You start to...

Read More

Edith had been suffering from shoulder pain
She'd developed a stoop and only her left shoulder would sag
When she went to see her doctor
He put all the blame on her weighty handbag

One afternoon she had time...

Read More

Its so hard to be different in many ways unique, fresh, oblique
Confronting not conforming, defying not complying
Requires courage, conviction, confidence to be out there upfront emboldened.
Shedding the safe garments of compliance, the safe hat and...

Read More

Villanelle: Whose terse lines lie entangled in the colophon
  
 for the author - male or female, prince or pauper, playboy or priest - of the
   THIRUKKURAL*, the reputed "bible" of the...

Read More

So here it is
the passing of a day
this dull Spring day
and the silence pollutes my thoughts
while the depression dips poison into my oxygen
It's cold outside
fitting weather for how I feel inside
for I am lost
I don't...

Read More

To this scene we have gathered on September’s eve
Under darkening sky, where a storm may conceive
Not a sight better is that face I’ve hardly known
So frail and aged in years past he had grown
A tragedy...

Read More

the tears quietly leave my eyes
but their path does not seem
to have a rhyme or reason
and they have no destination
no purpose but to outline
my ‘self-imposed misery’
with glistening and watery pain

i want to cry
every hour of...

Read More

Manifestation of métier write

finds yours truly sitting today 
December 24th at 2:41 P.M. with slight
hunched over mien as  edge of night
quite some hours away when height
of Santa Claus appearance bright
rosy cheeks glow insync with
Rudolph...

Read More

‘Turn swords into ploughshares and nightmares to dreams’
		
                I have not one plough and no shares in the market

		Insomnia has...

Read More

Line of inquiry
‘Minus Identity Who am I’

‘What a piece of work is a man!’
………           ………
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust’
(Shakespeare’s Hamlet,...

Read More

O! Frankenstein you were lost for a century
 Nobody could tell wherever you have been,
 But you are here now, a stranger to paradise,
 Loneliness has become your friend 
 Your other name is Friday,...

Read More

Dawns light slithers in, and it scratches your soul

The days eviceration about to unfold

Your mind all a jumble, your flesh all a quake

And you wonder inside " How much more can I take"

Will you hide...

Read More

It was a century ago
when Joe Gibbs’ rode the water’s flow,
driving logs through the river’s waves,
a young man only twenty years,
fast with a pick-pole, had no fear,
and never had they seen a man more brave.
At...

Read More

Manifestation of métier write

As an indie alt rock'n 
tribe beck ha rolling stone dishabille poet,
who views challenge of writing analogous
to begetting an heir or heiress,
which former includes 
gestation of an emotion,
idea, sentiment,...unbeknownst
if outcome birthed to...

Read More

January twelfth two thousand and ten
October seventh two thousand  eighteen
and again August fourteenth,
two thousand and twenty one 
witnessed near annihilation and destruction 
of the Haitian nation, 
(especially courtesy first and third aforementioned)
whereby countless/ nameless...

Read More