Long Loosens Poems

Groundhog day 2024 or Forty one days since 2023 Winter Solstice

Rather than be a day late
and dollar short, I opted   
to post poem acknowledging
the second of February,
where eponymous groundhog
gets his (most often male)
foretelling...

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Most of you, I don’t suppose, devote a lot of time to wond’ring ‘bout your death, but, now and then, 
I begin imagining some pretty strange scenarios.   Of course I’m going to die,...

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Doubt is anonymous.
It's (more) synonymous,
to the fairer sex.
It's a, in built feature,
of possessiveness.
A default setting,
of mother nature.
Selfish at times,
devoid of broader vision.

Natural defense mechanism;
that activates when love
is not reciprocated.
Just a shadow of affection,
towards another.
Can cast...

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1. Ripples in warm sunbeams dwell.
From a sandy cocoon I wake and stir.
A floater in the blue does knell,
A dot, a stain, a blackened blur.
Am I the only one who sees?
No, the beach is afoot...

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A single branch, clawed and pecked, fickle and straining,
Lonely Nestling and father, paw and peck at their home
Lonely branch, spasms in the wind
Nestling and father paw and peck, yearn and whimper
These Flightless Birds, on a...

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Even lonely nights flee from silence.
They too have their notes to lend,
how robust are the songs in chorus                 ...

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She wakes up. 
Surrounded by darkness. 
She tries to stand, but is knocked to the floor. 
She looks around for a way out. 
But she sees nothing.
Suddenly she feels as if she is being strangled....

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Yes these days were hard, tough, and stripped from fun. These days they give us unwelcomed memories, and unwanted fights. They forbid us from living, from being, from once and for all becoming family, becoming...

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My soul trapped, dark and broken
Pain so deep no words could be spoken
Buried within me scars like tokens
A heart dormant is slowly awoken.
A breath taken thru shaky lips
Carefully placing my footing so I don't slip
Happiness...

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birds gather at the feeder, hovering,
near the sunflower seeds,
tap, tap, tap against the windowsill,
where a feeder is attached, 
filled by hopeful hearts who linger,
at the window, 
relishing the wonder of these flying whispers,
sighing in the...

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Already noticeably marked
increase in daylight
yours truly courtesy affected
qua heliotropic phenomenon
finds me noggin gently being tugged
upward and westward ho toward sun
after dark mine talking head 
rests downward and eastward.

Soon very indistinct
environmental intimations 
regarding onomatopoeic
ubiquitous murmurings,
whereby old...

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AL ::::: WHAT A PAL ??

I will assume you know AL, to many he's a pal
A fake friend to the end, to the grave he will send
        ...

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Eyes open as you inhale the morning air, The body still heavy from slumber loosens with each stretch and yawn, Standing slowly you walk to the window, Peeking through the inviting sun beams onto you...

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With heavy eyes and a hallowed heart,
A young man crows at the ivory moon.
Like a skipping record scarred by strife,
He tightens and loosens an angry fist, 
Focused on the faint outline
Still etched upon his left,...

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After Analicica Sotelo’s Death Wish


Her swollen eyes speak a different version of ASL for those of us who understand it,

But not too many of us understand it because her composure is thicker 
than the makeup...

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From among the poets who fired my imagination
whom shall I choose, can’t bring myself to pick
and place from dozens, just one above all the rest!

          With...

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Spring has sprung, the fields have turned green;
He walks to the sunshine and stands on his dream;
He grew up in fields of brown earth and sweet hay;
But the ones he loved best were the fields...

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After traffic backup and teen crack ups,
my friends and I park and toward today’s lark,
through gate, stamp and bracelet I race
greeting other friends with new to make.

Amid fried onion reek and the compete
smell of fresh...

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in this place
now
here
in the safety
of this languid afternoon
I close my eyes
and listen to her voice
her sigh
with your hand on my thigh
knowing as I do
that there is no pretense
or disguise
no need to hide
I am who I...

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How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!

Ulysses by Lord Tennyson

Tin Man : [squeaking] Dorothy : He said "oil can." Scarecrow : Oil can what? ......

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There is peace at the end of every war,
Just like warmth following after winter
There is renewal washing up to shore,
And sweet always accompanies bitter

Bitter. What’s more bitter than emotion?

Perhaps when the sun starts to set,
All...

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On beginning to compose a new poem...

Assaying thoughts gambol,
scuffling as in an affray
née crushing, jockeying, stampeding...
demanding equal airplay
gushing as metaphorical think
spigot turned on full force airway
thru totally tubular cerebral

microcosmic aisleway
vesicular conduit fifty
plus shades of gray
exhaling...

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You asked me what it felt like when the needle pierced my skin.
As if you couldn't see the pain filled expression on my face when the needle went it.
You side line, my thoughts pine, this...

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this (right!?) write is based on a bhuddist perspective of the "now" (quote:...
it is the being of an emptiness that enables a reality its manifestation)......
andt, the band 'u2's song "i've still not found what i'm...

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When night comes and the house sleeps
The windows display a dark quiet 
Sleep has ended this I know
There in the tall thick pines that meet
I can hear the sounds of the owl 
Softly calling out...

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