Long Loners Poems

1—Milieu

Unique construction of body and mind
My niche in human pack not quickly found 
Raw young heart of a curious design
The empty mirrors for my soul abound

Subjectively a bit odd to myself
A jangled, disconnected kind of...

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Shards of glass cover the floor, 
all bloodied and disarrayed,
The night of terror exposed to us all, 
the town came out and prayed.
For the ten were gone, yet none be found,
people were completely dismayed.

On a...

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Saloon
Squeezed between office buildings
On lower Broadway
Desolate and out of the way
Faint neon sign marks the place
For the downtown art scene.
Poetry readings on Sunday afternoons
Only the regulars show up 
Invited or not 
Some mount the stage...

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There have been at least two people in our church  who have committed suicide. A gentleman; a lady; both of whom were more acquaintances than friends.  As I recall, their death occurred within...

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Dawn Forever Rising

It starts

Street lights fade
their tiny soft-winged tenants flee
checkerboard facades change
last night's illumined squares now dark
become but yesterday's portals
some polished
some weather streaked
all reaching to reflect first breath

Steam ascends from the city's vacuum
gratings rattle with...

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I feel for gentle hearts in this loud world, 
Ever suspect, dismissed and derided, 
For long has been the shy a songless bird,
That Darwin dismissed as ‘odd state of head’, 
Jane Austin gave shyness a...

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by Mark Miller © 03/19/2014
Waiting beside the seaside absent who never arrives after graven payment-
Standing by Stan's shadow of ascent looks for loners promise repents,
Sullen watch golden sold feelings lost upon darken silhouette in trusted...

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There is no place where one can roam
where someone’s feet have not yet trod,
no islands we have yet to see,
few new peaks that leave us awed,
no vast prairie to set down in,
few jungles that we’ve...

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Should I? Could I? Would I?  The teenage bear was getting nowhere, fast.
He wanted that big salmon that had come up the falls, almost to his grasp.
But the current appeared too swift, for even...

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holy wars
not right… way back when
not right now
~
why fear religion
why believe in fear of god
abused nature… fear
~
sieve good from bad
survival of the fittest
evolutions real
~
would humans survive…
no technology… why not…
of course, we could...
~
push… pull… no wheel
it...

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Poets have always had a deep connection with Death
As if,
They sort of knew
That the occult power that it is made of
Is the medium through which
The ultimate form of freedom is attained!

Poets' deep respect for Death
Is...

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Everyone says that you are born alone,
Immediately you are supposed to go on into the unknown, 
Big hands are supposed to guide you,
But how do I help myself from not feeling blue?

Everything seems to new,
And...

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Somewhere in the distant hill
lies a dilapidated old house that might give one chill
An old gentleman and his lady fare
were loners of life because they were the only ones there
Protecting a little child-teen of 13
A...

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Another weekend gone and
You are not here with me:
My eyes search for your shadow,
My mouth longs for your kiss,
My heart keeps skipping a beat
Like a man leaving home to a prison yard.




The door I look...

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Bold
Brave heart
Courageous move passionately
Mightier than the sword blade
Genius mind always make the best
People of ex-ordinary talent (POet)
Defenders of the voiceless with pen and white paper
They are emerging better now in a countless numbers
watering the pretty...

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I walked too many miles
and ran so few feet
that my heart skips beats
when the women pass me by

Here I am,
alone in a world of loners
and beast and man alike
sleeping on park benches
smoking cigarette buds
and breathing...

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Truck Stop Time

The frozen wind cracks its whip
And slits my darkened lips
One on top of the other, dry.
The warm blood hardens scabs crusty on my 
Four o’clock shadow
Four o’clock a week ago.

Eyes half open
Two thirds...

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Oh where could one sweet person go
          Who craves a phrase to ebb and flow
           ...

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A shadow, nay, sullen thunderhead 
inducing a deluge of emotions 
moved across thousands of darkened souls

Freaks, stoners
shy, smart
geeks and loners
outcasts with dreams and compassion in their heart

Strangers like me

To us, you were a friend
we live...

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Loners choose their own destiny,
although it foretells exactly
the reason for each cause;
some loners reject awareness
if they become helpless:
will it ease their impudence?

Isn't solitude too hard to tolerate?
Isn't it going to cost them pain?
Doesn't isolation with...

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From thrones observe the show with ‘gods-view’ eyes
The theatre dark and dusty was arcane
Then thirty frames each second flash and die
While countless pixels morph from frame to frame
A cinematic masterpiece is played
The colours, oh! The...

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"Black and white in want of each other, and not in need, inevitably;
of my following sampling's POV," ... by the Poet.

Pandas are loners, though my statement is a misconception of the simple fact of reproduction...

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Comfortably sitting
at my wide oak desk
wearing vision glasses
that deflect blue light
from a computer
loaded to capacity...
I'm typing a novelty.

Is poetry the reflection
of intimate feelings,
or a teller of stories
somehow impersonal
or truly meaningful?

Moods dictate words
and they flow according
to...

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I wrote a few beautiful poems for the happy birds,
For the women that I love, for the embroidered skirts,
For the smile of the flowers, for the sensuous shirts,
For the autumn leaves, for the angels with...

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Oh! Behold
The bliss and beauty of spring
The warm sunbeams, the sudden showers,
The husky wind, neither swift nor soft
The verdure of shrubs that puts forth their buds
And their sweet fragrance 
When opening their delicate folds.

Lo! That...

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