Long Moot point Poems

When I was a FreshPerson in a new higher school,
our English Literature class was delighted
to meet a new to our area Ms. Liska,
who was a beautiful teacher
both outside
and in,
and so we all loved her,
and knew...

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Isn't our quality of life greatly subject to how we view our world and what happens in it?

I heard someone say recently, (and I agree), that nature is one of the most beautiful things we...

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Among an unnamed female person known within mine black barbed ken

Analogous to black box
holding untold secrets,
(after deadly plane crash
no survivors except 
a journeyman foreigner),
I share the following self
introspection with ye dear readers,
which purported hidden truths
might...

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Sans sixth (psychic) sense...
poise zen dystopian rant

This prognosticator doth predict
potential based at current rate
sinister debacle that will
instantaneously annihilate,
United States storied republic, 
which alarming horror 
points to instantaneous annihilation
of America the beautiful;
(ohm my dog) turbulent
endemic chaotic...

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My sister Mary younger by two years came with computer disc in hand to share what she had amassed concerning family history.We looked at photos of our parents before we had done the old number...

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No matter unseasonably
blustery March like weather
prevails across my neck of the woods
(Southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania)
and across the main body
of these United States of America
particularly original Thirteen Colonies
global warming alive and well
and promises to return
with a...

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Sans Sixth (psychic) non Sense...
Posing As Dystopian Rant

This prognosticator doth predict
potential based at current rate
sinister debacle that will
instantaneously annihilate,
which alarming (ohm my dog) turbulent
endemic chaotic spate

within human race poised to strike
doom and generate
shock tummy once...

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Peachy keen verboten maiden jailbait
USA plum ova ripe fruit
inevitably, inimitably, invariably,...
whets whistle pubescent magic flute
impossible mission to rein with absolute
zero sucks esse to temper acute

raging testosterone, I attribute
overbearing animal urge doth constitute
difficult surge protector
resultantly, subsequently,...

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An Echo Poem by Lora Colon and Brian Johnston

I Do It For My Heart by Lora Colon

Each morning my heart and I talk, 
It asks me why he went away, 
Like a child that can't...

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I WILL NOT STUNT ON WAT I USED TO BE

CUZ I CAN START OVA N BE WAT I WANNA BE

HOLIN MY HEAD DOWN IS NOT AN OPTION

SO ITS HIGH WIT MY MIND GOIN WIT ALL...

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our second of two lasses conceived 
sometimes within a blink
the exact moment auguring conception 
difficult to identify or pinpoint

whence seminal liquid 
ejaculated from a phallic chink
birth of second daughter thyself and spouse created 
while immersed...

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Have you noticed the taxes that are charged on your phones, home, cell and 
computer internet etc. Our homes are taxed each year, our cars, and our purchases.
Groceries are taxed; we don't even have the...

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Don't Work TOO Hard!
The phrase, "Don't work TOO hard!" rolls off the tongue like breathing out into
a vacuum 'vampires' dream (that sucks space dry between consumptive hearts).
Some folks may shrug 'phrase' off as being vacuous...

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yea tis history - that end gin shelled a mesh by mit Romney wailin
such below figurative belt mortar attack subterfuge and constant railin
 per accusations hurled at barack Obama presidential campaign
lobbed like scud missile grenades...

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she whispers
into 
my ear
i whisper
into
her ear
and
soon find
that
this poem
visually
looks
like a piano
keyboard
sort of
missing minor
thirds and
i'm not
trying to try
to write
a shape poem
but the 
black and white
keys of
our bodies
are leading
to a possible
possibility
of 
crescendo
that has been
slowly building as
i am simply...

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Edna Purcell
1912-1930

Dying a virgin was the least of my regrets.
Dying a chaste woman at 18 seemed a moot point.
I remember watching my momma die.
It was in summer, and I was 16.
Hopelessly disconsolate, that’s how I...

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What "do you see"
"What are you looking for"
"Why"
Why "do you do what you want"
You know it causes Me pain
You could be "my everything"
"Are you determined" to go it alone
"Sure" you can rely on your own...

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Impossible mission to uncouple accountability,
(no matter minuscule - veritable drop within
figurative bucket when quantity contrasted/
compared alongside industrial waste courtesy
major corporations), yet helplessness prevails
survival (mine) inextricably bound trappings
twenty first century allow, enable, and provide

exploiting even dollop...

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There is more to this law than just saving a child’s life.
It’s the governments control of your daughter or wife.
My thoughts on abortion will always be a moot point.
Morality is something only God should anoint.

In...

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As I filter through these items stored
Within my mind and heart

Am I to just pretend
You never held a part

Held so loosely in your hand
Without restraint or guile

Made my spirit take to flight
Uplifted by your smile

Why...

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Pome du jour

Rudderless and leaderless we will traverse

The seas and the trails 

Of meter, rhyme schemes and tropes

(If we please)

And land on Moot Point - somewhere north of San Francisco.

The medium is, after all, the...

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Excuse me; I can't hear you
My batteries must be flat
I am not sure I have my hearing aid in
As I am as blind as a bat
What did you say? Feel
Feel?  that won't do any...

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The death of ego
With its many faces
 that seek to limit and define

Awaken from a self imposed slumber
Listening to the hushed sounds
Of the authentic voice of mine

Your observation a moot point
as seen through those
Green filtered...

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Question not the questioner,
for this is done in vain,
nor should we blame the blameless,
adding links to Marley's chain.

The defiant will not be defied,
their hearts are wrought of steel,
have empathy for the empath,
who took on this...

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