Long Lapel Poems

THE SENTINEL
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS

					

I took the elevator to the lobby of the small hotel
I’d been here six days the ennui was starting to tell
I’d been sent to cover an international gathering
Sessions so long and dull...

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‘WHITE COLUMN RESSURRECTION’

Even now you stand poised with memories of a corned cobbed pipe in one hand-tight gripped lapel in the other-perched against thick southern charmed columns positioned on a once so powerful veranda .

Peering...

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I was new at the Jewish senior home
In the center garden I saw old man read a tome
I asked his name, to start a conversation, 
"Marvin Klutznik", he replied, to my consternation.

I had paid so...

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"50 Words for Poe: Strangelove"


Strangelove was waiting  
in Holdnerness
He was anticipating 
with a certain glee 
The “Arrival” of 
Ms Bon Vivant, her sharpness
and sharing conversation 
over Kumquat Jam, Scones and 
clotted cream at High...

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This is the story of Slim & Chance,
Always peacock-ing and runnin’ game
Dubbed the neighborhood know-it-alls
No two stories were ever the same.
Flashing names like badges
Like detectives on a case.
Til the tangled web of lies
They wove gave...

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Clouds spiral down and curl around to touch me
—not those western drizzle shrouds
baring a sad soul of mizzle misery 
...though I adore a good wallow in sorrow  —no 
these clouds come from yonder bluebird...

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“God bless us all when the door is shut behind us, 
only then will we breathe our first breath,
and awake 
from the long dream…”


Forging past the indisputable summit onto the 
shelf of the perfect medium...

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Look past
the faded little girl    braids and bows 
in a       polaroid picture
buttery yellow skirt 
curtsying     a smile
frog prince 
imprisoned   ...

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A CRY OF A WOMAN

Help me tell my mother that
My beads are fallen into pieces.
The waist beads which stands for
My pride and dignity is gone 
Into the hand of a stranger.
I am nothing now than...

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Said an aged woman
"My son is lucky,
Got a job in little town;
Never mind my loneliness,
My son should rise,
Live good life;"
After some weeks and months, 
Son left to town;
Each Saturday and day off, 
He visited mom,...

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We Will Party Like Theres No Tomorrow

Weekend is here, there’s
Excitement in the air,

Well-wishers all about,
Illuminating lights of colors bright, 
Literary elite ready for the night, riding in
Luxury limousines both black and white!

Premium Members, novice Poets...

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The Candidate

The man with his wife wave and smile at the onlookers;
Then descend the escalator in the posh New York Tower.
Melania’s appearance flares of elegance befitting a first lady,
While her husband ‘thumbs up’ acknowledges the...

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I Am Your Shadow

You literally crawl out of your bed before the sun has come up,
Stretching reluctantly, knowing it’s another day on this island earth.
So you drag yourself to the john down the hallway a...

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POEM " 11 ELEVEN 11" by martin gedge

Take this moment and close your eyes
and bow your heads in prayer
remember those who stood on guard
whose hearts on sleeves they wear
a country north both strong and free
those...

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When I can't find my pen it  
Becomes a pestering particular 
Problematic  position of such 
Preposterous proportions 
I'm  liable to  search the deepest 
End of the  lake in search ...

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It was always the little things
that caught her eye — 
the carnation crispness of a hello on a tired suit lapel ... 
A gentle smile exchanged for shoddy service
given with a frown 
Yes, it was...

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It reeked upon entering 
Like nothing i'd smelled before 
thinking about it now 
renders my Bloodhound to a Washout. 
  
There we stood, waiting on what? 
Nurses in casual clothing pranced by the one-couch...

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I do not come to you by chance
Destiny brought us together to live.
Fate put us together into this matrimonial 
Institution where no one is a graduate of it.
So humiliate and discriminate me not.
Break not the...

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SELLING      LIVES.    

Friday is free display day
For the old, the poor,
Plastc sheets spread over rain-filled  
Paths through the market square.

Step aside for an old woman
With a...

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The sun shone spendiferous as a shiny new pin on a vetrans lapel 
She stood on parade for our lazy remarks... of such a fine day
As we slid lazily, contentedly (should be a word, i...

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           Honeysuckle breathes in the shallow wind,
Life's lapel, with a side of ground scouting gopher.

Great rusted machines peak the interest 
of the flower children who...

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Poem, I thought is just play of words and syllable
As breakfast of juice and toast laid out on table
Was fiancee's maiden breakfast, joined in dress with lapel
        ...

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Send a tear to your lapel
for the debt you owe Marie
and others of her ilk,
it's just as well still 
not nearly as good 
as opening our eyes

Marie & Remi Ochlik
were shelled out of existence
while reporting...

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This day, in America, we remember those who died in battle:

MEMORIAL DAY — IN LIME DEPOSITS

In lime deposits, memories live on, as torrential flesh dies.
Cries in sunshine and rain, flower up bloody sacrifice.
The hopeful blooms...

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I hate Thee
He let me into a dark midnight,
Like a solitary bee
With not even a spark of light

No way to roam,
No way to play
Nobody in that home
I was like idle clay.

Unable to open my eyes,
Unable...

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