Long Like the plague Poems

I heard two distinct voices in the night,
Conversing amongst themselves most eagerly
They whispered like children in excitement
Their sardonic mouths sung many savvy tunes
It was Death I could perceive, defending me,
And he, a strange, distant friend
Seemed...

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Since my early teens until I reached about 45,
I had pursued my life's dream of working fulltime
in the Gospel Ministry.  There were many aspects
whereby such a dream could express itself and be
fulfilled.  For...

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Why is ANYone surprised by this violence?!?
Our icons, and heroes, and mentors, and 
Example-setters, many of them with visibility
And fame given to them ONLY by the money

WE give them to perform, play, or ply their
Craft,...

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About Bill Posters and Bill Greenwell

Words not to use in poems

In 1993, I (Bill Greenwell) went on a three-day workshop with the poet Peter Sansom, who co-edits The North, and runs the Smith/Doorstop imprint. He’s...

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As I sit here on a Saturday night and prepare my heart for the Lord’s Day tomorrow I can’t help but reminisce about the days I spent in church as a child. The one thing...

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I am a big admirer of all large cats, one of my favourites being the Scottish Wild Cat.
It is one of the wildest of all cats and will fight to the death to protect its...

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"Reigning Cats and Dogs"   Posted 6 Dec 2020

the difference between dogs and cats is      dogs have owners, cats have staff 

who's supposed to read the signs that say...

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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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By the standards of the world and according to the powers that be, you and I                   ...

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I Was 17 When You Left.
More of a Spank Instructor Than An Ideal Father Was Your Role In My Life.


I Never Thought I'd Miss Much.
I Felt More Sorry For My Two Younger Brothers.



I Did the...

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We've a third string coach running the team
who can't even remember his own play book
so a batch of amateurs 
are running the show
from the bench
from the trenches
of their minds

Its a play book mirroring  ...

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headland harbored primitive biota abut
mint for exotic sole terrain sustaining 
sole terrain sustaining seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova 
   seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova , et cetera gut
preserved within mine follicular pores, sans

I secured per...

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"A war with no Heroes."


Its was about becoming a unit

through it we became friends.

Its about those 4 year commitments

and seeing it to the end.

Its about facing your fears 

not just facing the enemy.

To be strong...

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What is wrong with the world today
So many people have lost their way
Led in all the wrong directions
While losing the one on one connection

With emotions from real human beings
Only responding with the days trending memes
Obsessing...

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She’d talk to friends about all this, and quickly say two trends,
the ones with children felt pity, the singles would not bend.
They’d still insist that woman did not need men or family,
and when Marnie raised...

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“Is this place Hell” a prisoner asked his first day there; 
No, just a stop along the way. 
Andersonville Prison, 1864. Hell Upon Earth.

The hounds of hell waited for those stranded in battle by 
canon...

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Creative Writing was my love,
a passion I thought highly of.
A freshman, I felt I could shove
   one course in my school year.
Assignment 1 - simple indeed:
"Who broke your heart and made it bleed?"
I...

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Go ahead, try to separate the races.
You politicians have egg, on your malicious faces.

Not realizing in your frozen hearts.
You toss imperfect, very hopeless darts.

Neither money nor educatiion
Can separate friends of the American nation.

Equity for Blacks...

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Stark realization, I harbor sacrilegious objection...

Against merry christmas premature blowout,
(or otherwise) ejaculation galore burnout,
hence I feel like the odd man out
neither yours truly, nor the missus
spends money and/or
time at checkout

avoid madding crowds like the plague
elbowing,...

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Don't fear the blue man group
they're far less dangerous
than we are to ourselves..
but 
do beware of carnivorous teachers
those harmless looking
wire rimmed 
blackboard preachers 
wielding pieces of chalk
on the tips of 38 caliber tongues..
turning classrooms into...

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Cracked open like a jar of peanut-butter,

             the mind is emptied

With a certain medicative methodism

That would be habitual,

     ...

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Note:  A "Warlock" is a male witch

I am the poetic Warlock,
Putting poets in a headlock
Spellbound? Just believe what you’re seeing
A morbid mind confined within my being!

Poetically I let the energy flow from me
To metaphorically...

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Like uneven waves from a tsunami
My mind is just as crazy as the waves,
The endless and eternal prison
My mind keeps me in drowns me in my sorrows.

The thoughts I have shower down like an acid...

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Scarecrow

You'll find me 
in paddy fields and gardens;
even on front porches. 
I'm a decoy, as lonely as can be. 
I look frozen in time, 
mimicking Jesus 
crucified on the cross, 
but I swear I mean...

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Bartender, Bartender . . . mix me a drink . . .
and give me one of your alchemic, mystic concoctions.

Bartender, Bartender . . . tell me what you think . . .
as you give me...

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