Long Midriff Poems

On this day 40 years ago in 1978 my mother, Jacqueline Anne Trestrail, left this world after a relatively short battle with cancer - she was 46. Jimmy Carter was President and Annie Hall won...

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She smiled at him, from a distance.
Imagination, betraying trust.
Mesmerized; he moved towards her.
His heart was racing, his mind.

Looked liked she landed from heaven.
Wearing a yellow skirt, red tops.
And a laced white jacket over her,
Perfect bosom
Her...

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PAINTBRUSH 

Fingertips the bristles of a 
pagan paintbrush 
painting a Tree of Life
on pacified cheekbones 
instead of in liver
from whence it sprung
now it burns to feed
HeartSpace with witty
wood for Eternal Fire

From cheekbones
it slid to jugular...

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CHAPTER 7b (Ipiki, continued)

Which had shared their lofty tree-nest
Now the bats abruptly vanished
But for one unlucky creature 
Which the hunting snake now swallowed 
 
And, its scaly torso flexing
Disappeared into the foliage 
Which regained its...

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The queen of birds Sari dear lived in the mango tree
                     I asked her to...

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I nearly did not answer the door, for I did not recognize the man.
But my peek hole is pretty good. As he turned to leave I spotted Peggy’s suitcase.
I ran out there screaming for him...

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Moon's midriff chequered with light blue letterboxes and legos 
Carbon-dating the museums of our miniature hands riding the nightingale jukeboxes, 
Contoured in concertos of glacier nightgowns and batmobiles...
A topcoat of my father's snickerdoodle smiles sowed...

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It was unusual and fateful to stop the car at the traffic light

Marten was such a nostalgic renegade and abided by the law

Hooting middle fingers and then what seemed like a hail storm

There had been...

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Jersey and Teddy had become very sick
Together they had drunk some very spoilt milk
Both went to the doctor, the pain was so intense
Doc Duck quacked and peered at them through a very thick lens
Oval in...

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Take a second look at me, for beneath this midriff flab
and balding pate and wrinkly skin you'll find a science lab.
And though all may seem quiet, it may come as quite a shock
to find there...

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Once Sariputra was attending a sort of book event: a dozen of young writers, men and women, met up on Wednesday of every week and read each other texts upon an actual literature. Sitting across...

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On sand soaked with blood,
two young men are breathing hard.
The taller one has armor,
a sword and a net.
His opponent has only
an arm guard and a dagger, 
but no encumbrance.
Thus, moving quicker, this man
avoids the constant...

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She was a sweet child born in Soyhern Texas
Some time in 73
Her Moma was from Alabama
Her Poppy from New Orleans 
A cheerleader and local beauty at 17 
Some folk say around here
She was the prettiest...

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The vast white yet to be fully discovered,
was all we could see.
Hand in hand, in the remote wilderness,
and the untouched peaks amidst the icy mist,
stood beautifully.
She asked, "Why are we here baby?"
To which I replied,...

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In life we go through many phases.
And our minds go to many places.
Some people stay right where they are.
And sadly, don't go very far.

It's when we get outside ourselves.
And climb down off those dusty shelves.
That...

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SUNDRESS    UNDRESS

Hot day at the beach  -   time to catch some sun, 
Maybe also catch some son.

She was a twelve year old girl -  tousled  hair -
In...

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Montague Middleton’s matronly mother made marvellous munchy meringues 
Montague Middleton’s most massive midriff made many a menu mistake
Montague Middleton met many maidens; Mother made mincemeat of most
Montague Middleton’s mother maintained, “Men mustn’t marry Miss ‘Fake’.”

Montague...

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Like a whirling dervish rainbow of satin flowing veils
She floated across the dance floor, mesmerizing the room of males
Contorting and consorting with the grace of a gentle swan
Of many different colors, seven veils she did...

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Only thing I could ever say, about the way I felt the day I got acquainted with E N J.
Thick hips skinny midriff, her feminine was undoubtedly… an acquired taste.
Brown coating, hazel perceptiveness, lips regale...

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Here, in my sacred sanctuary,
you stand before me~
a modern Zeus sans everything;
Your skin exudes a musky scent~
enthralling my elusive senses.

Your ember gazes 
erupting volcanic voltage 
that runs through my veins
penetrating my ebony canvas,
as I trace...

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Davy Jones: Do you fear… death? Do you fear that dark abyss? All your deeds laid bare, all your sins punished?

              ...

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Wrapped around the sylphlike waist
the sumptuous silk chiffon sari 
is hand-gathered into even pleats,
likened to the petals of a flower,
and is tucked bewitchingly below the navel
baring the midriff alluringly.

The loose-end Pallu, crosses over
a sleeveless bosom-hugging...

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We celebrate by slipping color into every glimpse and cranny
Our town square is ready for celebration, transformed into magic-ville
Excitement prances out of stranger’s smiles, joy leaps over herself.
It’s the annual fiesta, a carnival, a celebration...

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Sometimes studying the mirror I'm overcome with chagrin
Feeling disappointed by this shell I'm dwelling in.
With my slightly too thick midriff there above my underwear,
I'm more the rotund apple than alluring luscious pear,
Making ludicrous comparisons to...

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she wore hip
hugging jeans
allowing for
the means for
her panties
to stick
out

but her
midriff
explicitly
divided her
at the torso
showing both
what was

needed
to be seen was
to be seen as
part of the scene
but seeing eyes
would often be seen
seemingly misleading

she was
was a given
giving men
desired thoughts
to...

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