Long Kneads Poems

(In a Lush Garden Somewhere Out There)

The student stands where shifting sands of thought
Once firm with reason 
now elusive truths are sought.
Its splendor wanes 
a threadbare fading strand,
A quest for wisdom 
in this digital land.

Sage:...

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A Flirtation With Love (Parts 1, 2, & 3 finis)
#1 Sue's Legacy (Has A Home In My Heart)

Sure, each touch that enjoins us to life has Love's sparks,
one less photon (warms retina), dies but informs
that...

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[An Autumn kitchen a crucible of y e a s t and y e a r n i n g]

Samantha kneads dough with determined hands, she hears
    Hank's cry—"Vi vi an"—a phantom...

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"Brave Heart"



O what Leonine love
could sway 
iron clad heart
to move closer 

reflection 
watches stealth like
under cover 
kneads softly 

some kind need 
from altered
genuflection
wrong gone right

an eye remains
genuine to see 
evermore clearly
the truth of light

words from...

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Making Love In Jamaica At The Iconic James Bond Beach

It is a sun splashed day; 
the air is silent with the sound of waves 
the ocean is moving to the rhythm of crying gulls. 

The fine white sand...

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from conscionable, fashionable, 
and inimitable laudable official,
regal unequivocal x all did (re: exalted)
gratuitously justifiable management, 

this citizen banker does hint intend zealous altercation, 
but bestir commonwealth, dutifully engineering 
fairness, given hover into jaundiced keeper
LivingSocial lee,...

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Ho Xuan Huong (1772-1882) was a risqué Vietnamese poetess. She has been called the BEST Vietnamese poet, a proto-feminist, and "the candid voice of a liberal female in a male-dominated society." 

?c Nh?i  ("The...

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It is a sun splashed day; the air is silent with the sound of waves 
from an ocean moving to the rhythm of crying gulls. 
The sand underneath my feet is warm and soothing. 
The...

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Strikingly crafty logomaniac presents...
what else... his trademark blatherskite!

While sprawled comfortably
numb upon davenport
Iowa daily dose of poetic mishmash,
thus yours truly couches, kneads, sports...
his imponderable matted
swiftly styled balderdash
noah intent to kindle
potential ark enemy, nor abash

please pardon your
garden...

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FELINES

She enters into the bedroom in the dark,
After a secret take-out in the park,
Was it a mouse, a bird a lizard or a rat,
One of these she caught and ate,
That’s a fact!
She sleeps all day...

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First Day of the Year, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Premier de l’an by T. Wignesan

Each moment of waking up is an act of giving birth
I use the iron tools myself on the mother
To death

Myself :...

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Dear Blabby,
     I seem to be in a real pickle in regard to my wife Candy and my eighteen-year-old son Cal.  He works in my bakery after school.  The...

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rushes now the spill of feet
a lunar festival right nto moonlight
skirts flaring, hats flipping
as silhouettes swagger with desire
bosoms advancing retracting
against tunes from guitars and tambourine

slay this fiesta with quickening of heels
an extravaganza which shrieks
in the...

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Sit there, backs turned, Eyes Wired Shut, disconnected from your gut.

Thrusting back and thirsting forth, comes in the night.
Sniffing sleeping walking, head throbbing, bowels moving
To the rhythm of your heart pumping.

Silent mourning, red hot night...

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Although it may not be enjoyable.
An it seemed unimportant to many.
Beginning a chore which it's objective
seems far-fetched and greedy.
Inspired by the events 
on some distant shore.
Something most would categorize 
as useless and would rather ignore
these...

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Tuxedo night
Get the limo
Guess
Tell 
Me Lady
I am in the car
Stepping out
We gonna dance the
Night away

Wretched Behavior beat Tuxedo Big Breed
At the rap and roll Jamba land
Strange reedmember got swank dacka
The disc ah dant, man Daggar,...

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Jesus is the Master Potter
By Franklin Price
09/14/2023

Jesus, is the master potter
We, the followers His Clay
He molds us into shining lamps
Reconstructing day by day

He lays His hands upon us
Kneads and shapes us 'til we're done
 He...

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People reveal the contents of their heart.
drip by painful drip.
It takes courage to tell the world what ails them.
What hurt them-stomped them down.
How they are in the process of healing.
Climbing back up that brutal mountain,...

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A spine within a heart

My heart aches within
Something pushing and poking in 
Poking out
Knowing out 
Trapped in

Happiness is within trying to seep out 
Through the little cracks of grey, it seems
Gold elixir fading away 
Into...

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My mistress' eyes are nothing like a 40 
Watt full spectrum LED bulb; 
Doritos are far more red than her lips' red; 
If Teslas be white, why then her organs for nourishing babies are dun;...

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Truths slant with his sharp angles. 
Skies cloud over as lies untangle. 
Spinning time, she spills gray thought,
kneads her words like clay till wrought.

Weary days, she works her pen,
beautifying dreams again.
When spirits lift, she will...

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Thin stilts between earth and heaven
bend into a arch of tossed dusk
reflecting amiable strains 
fleeting weeds embrace... 
fingers of parting sky paint jeweled combs
twirled in a bun settling on the
nape of  windblown curtains; a...

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t Is So Easy to Forget
How much the world is trying
To love you.

The cat,
Rude at 3 a.m.,
Kneads her affection into your ribs
With every purr.

Your mother,
Tired but present,
Listens longer than she has to.
Again.

A family on a...

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Woven in Silk Threads of Love
(Apropos Us and the Children)

Time tested love, bruised
and battered,
lay like littered crystals
on the steel plate stage of life;
dismembered and crumbled
like a stale cookie
whose particles 
have lost
their electromagnetic-like
attractiveness.

Ingredients of envious spice
inhibits...

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this heart kneads easily
molds to the touch of a lover
this heart needs easy
has a hard time with it's over

i have a heart that bleeds quietly 
my heart has a hard time saying goodbye
cries its drops of...

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