Long Misc Poems

We can't have a child.
It's not a matter of want,
of belief,
of opinion.
We cannot.

Every doctor says, my wife will die.
The child might live, or might not,
but the love of my life will not,
not a guess, not...

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      The atmosphere was alive and palpable,
 surreal really
as the aegean blue of electrons after a 
summer downpour, where the crickets take a short reprieve to zen the petrichor.

 ...

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I am a mouse, catatonic with fear;
just trying to stay still and silent,
to survive.

Batted about by an indifferent cat;
for him a lazy afternoon,
for me an aching lifetime.

It has no idea of the torture it inflicts;
no...

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My body is full of chasms   
Lumps and abnormalities 
Big and round in the middle 
Nothing wrong with a dimple 
It is simple 
Yes sure I have a wrinkle 
My toes are curled...

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We stand on ice that feels much too thin,
six feet suddenly feeling like miles.
Our footing is loose on this shaky ground,
and the cracks can be heard all around.

I see the fearmongering, the conspiracies,
the boredom and...

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Ten.

Ten years, I've been scared,
fearing the phone's ring.

Twenty.

Twenty years, I was,
learning how goodbye really felt.

Thirty.

Thirty years, I reached,
forty-four days ago.

Forty.

Forty, my brother was,
for fifty-seven days.

That's all he got...
and that feels like all for me.

I'm terrified,...

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Bacon and sausage.
Dogs and music.
Whiskey and a wife's smile.

Sometimes, surely,
it is just that simple.

Lately it has not been.
Not in life, not in fiction,
not in poetry.

One year, maybe three poems.
All about grief.
One imagined, yet real -
a...

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*Inspired by George Dunlop Leslie's painting of the same title

The wizard's slumbering garden 
spins magic with ivy thread.
The lure of this mystical web
snares the beauteous girl in red.

He christens this damsel "Scarlet"
for the hue of...

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A long hot ribbon of black asphalt
as the hot sun beats down upon it
it goes straight as a ruler across the land
with shimmering mirages upon it seen

a glittering form of clean lines
appears coming from far...

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Where has my smile run off to?

Oh, I don't pretend that it's gone entirely,
that it doesn't make any appearances.
But that's not the dilemma.

It doesn't stay for long,
doesn't have a home here anymore -
and that's what...

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To some people it's just a day
A regular, ordinary day like any other
But to the many out there with a day off
No matter what day or time it was
They proclaim a day to do nothing.

Sitting...

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Misc. 72

My Thoughts On Change

All that man can do to slow change
Is a mere inconvenience to God?
Though we may dig our heels in and resist it,
Change began with life itself.

Some change evolves from God,
While the...

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Hydro bill
Visa bill
Food bill
Toilet paper bill
Heating bill
Wine bill
Car bill
Phone bill
Clothing bill
Duck bill
Buffalo bill
Entertainment bill
Anti acids tablets bill
Insurance bill
Bar bill
House bill
Weed bill
Bakery bill
Starbucks bill
Medical bill
Psychotic drugs bill
Dental bill
Legal bill
( for murdering dentist)
Lawn bill
Maid bill
Sexy maid bill
Super...

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Tonight you step outside.

Out where the fireflies alight
on unseen eddies of air;
out to where the stars lend their light
and a breeze caresses your hair.

You sit on the step and you wonder
how a time so dark...

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Misc. 74

Funny Thing
Thoughtfulness’ are remembered
long after the most lavish gifts have made their way to the landfill.
Tom

Second Nature
Being thankful
should be a thought-less job.
Tom

So Great A Faith
The trying of our faith is never greater
than the moment...

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The stars call upon my eyes
and in them I find choice.

They bid me gaze,
they bid me hearken,
and in their diary of days
I espy pages a mind to darken.

A friend taken from afar,
another lost from next...

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Here I sit on this night so still,
not a rustle in the leaves
nor a stirring in the grass.

No whispers intrude; naught but mine.

Ill news after days spent ill,
unwelcome foreword to grief
inexorable more like than not.

No...

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When I look into your eyes,  

a river flows through me  


The connection I feel with you, 

In English or in Spanish,  

there are no words to describe  


Even though we're...

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