Long Mea Poems

“The Splice of Life”



When colour 
was to be 
washed out
of the world 

the evil ones 
didn’t care

the Actor led 
with his 
Dementors 
either side of him

Laundry, 

they resolved 
to be the best 
pristine method 
for...

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The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror

This tale of “The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror”
lives on in the mountain village of Gpeth Tor in the outlying 
region of the “Dark Forbidden Forest”...

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“Before The Firing Squad”



the firing squad 
came dressed
in faux smiles

the intervention cake 
was spoon fed, like honey,
by mother superior

to the lesser bee,
with self-righteous
magnanimity

she wore the badge
Devil’s Advocate, proudly,
without any clear authority

casting bloodied 
nasturtiums around the...

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The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror

This tale of “The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror”
lives on in the mountain village of Gpeth Tor in the outlying 
region of the “Dark Forbidden Forest”...

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This tale of “The Demon’s Shrill Cry of Dread and Horror”
lives on in the mountain village of Gpeth Tor in the outlying 
region of the “Dark Forbidden Forest” known for evil, death,
and lost souls. This...

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"The Monochrome Echo Chamber"




How many Roads
to "IT"
Black 
as Black & White? 
or Unicorns and Rainbows?

Unitarian 1 and only 1 
Trinitarian 3 exist in 1 
An answer 
arrives 
unheralded 

Reversed in Time
Something 
has lit the fuse
Something...

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Tribute Poem, Dedicated To Memory Of Our Loving Father
( 1901- 1968 )

A man of great courage and iron nerve 
as a youth into trouble he would swerve
some had called him, brute, rascal or knave
yet none...

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An evil falls within your bodyThat no one can see
A darkness that's meant for you and me 
Never in this world have I found a soulAs evil as dark as broken as mine
Hood up eyes...

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Put on a happy face
when I release taut fingers 
from your pallid cheeks.
Promises and empty lies 
are sported clichés
that spoil a silenced vocabulary.
A quieted understanding we've
vocally committed to;
barks a matted-jackal’s constitution -
perceiving morose consequences
of blind...

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I live in a small pueblo where every day or so

my neighbours sweep the pavement to keep

their side of the road clean and pick up the litter


And I like Beppo the Street Sweeper in Momo

by...

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Mea Culpa, but I Plead not Guilty.

Safe at home,
it was an ordinary day.
I was on PoetrySoup,
reading poems, page by page.
And then, the house shook,
I ran outside,
and to my surprise a light,
shining down from the sky,
lifted...

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Isn’t she beautiful?
When you top a steep slope and look down upon her hills, tumbling over each other for miles, covered in greenery of new spring, you realize that she, the land, is immaculate.
But she,...

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There was a man who did a deed,
though not of hate, or even greed
'twas innocent, or so he thought
'til everyone was overwrought

They crossed their arms 
and stomped their feet,
one sent out an angry tweet
another just...

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Something dreadful is reflected in this scene
Could be she's seen death in a horrid dream, or
perhaps a relapse of an affliction or addiction
has left her crestfallen, in an insentient state
with the blood of her sin...

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I believe that each of us lives a predestined life, one that has been arranged and organized for continuity. We are oblivious to such effects as we live out our lives accordingly, as ordered by...

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MEA CULPA


If it is dirty, yours truly.
A child is crying, what did I do?
A cloud blocks the sun, must be my attitude.

A word said unkindly.
They must have learned from me.
For I am as unrespectful as...

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I am ready, big day today, my first meal,
And what I smell to my taste does appeal,
You have both been so busy preparing,
Love the deal that the three of us sharing.
Oh, it looks exciting, 3...

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On the Loss of a Friend (Who Still Lives!)

Though it happens quite seldom, a friendship can wither and die
on the vine when we don't see it coming, and pain smokes a peace
pipe with loss. Do...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXXVII

IF you pull a long repentant face
It avails you to pull it where no one sees you pray
For forgiveness though not after being caught outright losing face
A...

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Valentine's Day is more special when you
Take your sweet out to eat at a romantic venue.
Add appeal to the meal,
And show him/her how you feel,
With a side dish not found on the menu:

With fajitas and...

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White-brilliant-dazzling,
limestone houses  in the morning light
between cypresses and laurels,
the fragrance of the East
passing through narrow lanes of the Old City.
The Arab merchants
praising their goods -
over there carpets, there Bedouin-dresses,
Christian devotional objects
between the smoke of...

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The Jackal's line of demarcation ye souls' furlough for interim...
Today, cockcrows perturb in a gala thrice for thee quiescent stay,
God's Park of Ephemera, sashays the daggled the minder harks,
a chest not in to rest, of...

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I saw the massacre
 i saw the blood shed
I saw the tears and how he wept
I saw everything
and I still have my own opinions
I saw the torture
I saw the suffering
I saw thirteen men dire the...

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Freddie 

Friendship you offered me freely
Ready always to help and advice
Each comment structured and balanced
Delightful were the words you wrote
Drawing pictures and visions in the mind
Invoking thoughts that inspired
Each phrase and verse chosen well

I read...

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I am black and you 
are white... of course;
my blood is red, what 
colour is yours?
I am an African, you are an 
American,
The Sun is my skin, 
why do you tan?

''I am white, you are...

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