Long Leers Poems

No! you weren’t born
to be beaten
raped
chained to a life  bloodstained  ingrained with pain
wordless  worthless  voiceless  choiceless  

No! you can’t live
being beaten
raped
chained to a life  profaned  restrained ...

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He plays throughout the house at night 
a braille touch for his lack of sight
and dreams of all the crippled things 
with broken legs and shattered wings.

The bandage on his wounded eyes 
will be there...

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I do not fear you, Blue hellion of Satan! From deep within the reaches of his evil den, your master has sent your frozen azure waves crawling to my stronghold. Inch by inch, your glacial...

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Darkness. 
Eyes widen more and more,
trying in vain to see.
Then other senses compensate, 
I hear the faint rustle of dry leaves. 

My body caught in the shock of fear, 
refuses to move, 
but I feel...

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"Papyrus, Lapis Lazuli and the Valley of the Kings - Part 2"

Rush...
the sound of the wind 
licks her ears, bites her neck, stings her lips
the deep heat caresses her hips 
brandishes, burns into her skin
travels...

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We deemed that we could never be beaten.
Our flaws, too, turned out to be an asset.
I would grant you a drink once you've eaten.
Passionfruit, to recall which silhouette
My confidence sustains me through my tears.
For poise,...

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Nobody Likes A Know-It-All

(Or ... I Know What I Know)


(Prov. 1: 29* / Prov. 1: 22-33 / John 15: 19 / Matt. 7: 3-6 / Prov. 3: 7 / Prov. 9: 7, 8)




Nobody Likes A...

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It’s Christmas Eve; there’s someone at my door!
But with the horrid sound outside my window,
I wonder who is knocking and what for!
Midst violent wind I see a surreal snow!

Within it’s haze, there is a grotesque...

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I am the newly born face of munificence, unquenchable beauty. 
My tides are full with bountifulness, like an orchard to the table.
My fleece radiates guiltless white, bestowed like a lamb, fresh 
upon its mother. And...

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She's out in the rain, on the verge of despair.
The smoke is twirling in fresh autumn air,
Ten cigarettes stand for three-four minutes each.
She's waiting for him - he is out of reach.
At last he shows...

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Night time rituals, that little space of time,
Cathartic relief, along with sweat and grime,
Tribulations of the day wash away, too,
Pool down the sink hole, tomorrow starts brand new.

Night time rituals, bring with them repose:
Weary souls...

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illanelle: Whose voice so insistent and so early to whine

(I have just found a poem I wrote three days before I was tossed up
and knocked down by a speeding car while I was mid-way on...

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There are some days when night crawls in
and I fine myself afraid
and alone;
darkness gives way to darkness
when I open my eyes.
The light has left your eyes
so what is leading me home now?
What is home?
Shadowy tendrils...

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On a hazy day, in the mid of the jungle
through the dense rain forest, we trek;
Where astounding waterfalls spread smoke
and the various birds sing melodious jingles

Swaying lofty trees filter the sunlight,
cause the shadowy effect inside...

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Flim-Flam dances to the beat of a drugged out drummer
Her moves are suggestive and sometimes vulgar
Her hands are soiled and damp holding onto the grimy pole
She’s topless and her dancing is like a listless puppet...

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I live in a house where
all the doors are closed
they hide away the secrets
that can’t ever be told.
I live behind these doors
hidden away, no one knows
what goes on within my head;
or the monsters the closet...

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Dandier Than Dan The Dandy Dandelion

I was sitting in the middle of a lush green field
Violet colored flowers all around,
So I leaned over and took a little nibble
I leaned over and took a little nibble
Took...

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It's like an epidemic,
There's no immunity,
Could happen to you,
Sure happened to me...

You find, out of the blue,
Of your marriage, old or new,
You are the only one married,
Your spouse's devotion seems 
to have varied,
The lump in...

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the hour late, I hesitate
to lift the shield of isolation
the walls lean in, as if to hear
they make believe, by breathing hard,
as if they sleep,  
but I am wise to them, I am...

I know...

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Why is there fog, thick with grim
from the breath of pursed lips
that blemishes the view 
distorting the glass?....I ask you
Is there a peaceful place for the soul?

I stand by the window and peer through the...

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Madeline Cole worked over the basin,
Washing clothes for her, and her man,
In the wilds of Kansas, 1878,
Where grass, between horizons, did span.

A pretty young woman, a brand new wife
She’d yet to fall heavy with child,
But...

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Day Time

Dingy, pale bedroom flat becomes
All to clear in focus displaying
The dragon residue and empty
Bottles of past woes.  Supple body
Posed, framed with blankets, shudders,
Moves,contemplates staying...but
Staying is no option because
The beauty just is.

Her skin rough...

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If you fight with fervent heart,
roar of lion from your part,
perhaps true kindness will impart the vengence of a Goddess staved,
the moon now red with the noon's dead,
in your heart I'm sure is dread,for this...

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Illustrious? Too sophisticated.
Advanced? Sounds too modern.
Awkward? Not in the mood yet.
Animalistic? A nice ring, bereft of a special ring.
Will consider it for later though. Jotting it down now.

I could cut up some onions. I got...

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I saw a man holding a sign
It was so truthfully written
His clothes and his eyes told the story
From addiction, he had been bitten.

Many drove by yelling at him
to get a job and more
Some said aloud,...

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