Long Mows Poems

She pressed a button on the console, the Mighty engines roared, the computer monsters flickered
as Moonblaster 5 space  soared

She said,  Cat Squad Eleven of  Moonblaster 5 , its  "All Systems Go"...

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To finish her work and to honour my love
who now dwells forever in heaven above
It’s something that I am committed to do
to bring her invention to each one of you

She worked for a doctorate and...

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Endorphin power is about positive politics;
it votes with little fading feet running away from negative politics
and WinLose competing economies of victimization,
marginalization.

Stress, dissonance, competitive over-indulgence are toxic
including to the abundant production of endorphin,
which, like its endo-morphine...

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The evening air spreading its soft chill,
Playing with the blue mountain to nature's will,
New snow flakes engulfs the barren hills,
Taming my heart with tender warmth and thrills. 

At the inn the keeper holds a lighted...

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That dormant feeling of insecurity arose,
when travel journal got thrust adjacent
     to my tattered (holey tattooed) clothes
while I knew with crossed eyes

     aroused anger from peaceful doze
my...

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It was a cloudy sky
Drizzle had just stopped softly
On this enchanting evening, I was lined lucky
As there was an ugly beggar who deserved care, swiftly

I stopped my car before that hotel
where sometime I used to...

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An unsophisticated feller attending an auction could find himself in a pickle!
The nuances, subtleties and gestures used in bidding could cost him a pretty nickel!
A city feller decided to attend a farm auction to see...

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In January, the kaboom of fireworks
Redefining glitter above us: What if
The sky was pink, should purple rain besmirch us
Yet, don a cheer for New Year.

In February, the appearance of bouquets, cordate chocolates
Many secret loves trespassing...

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This is the land I imagine.
The land I dream of.
The trees can talk.
The leaves dance and jump on each tree, they won't go away, they stay.
The sun always has a smile on it's big orange...

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Finding 'Me' in 'me'...!

Being human is more demanding than ever imagined;
well within reach with attempt that is determined!

Under the name of honour and cloak of secrecy,
we hide all our deeds and along with it -...

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Beating drums mark his last march and fifes play lowly, a breeze blows on blackthorn blossoms,
Raised high above on hardened shoulders for the mourning march, that slowly glides him along,
A hero, a name carved in...

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Beating drums mark his last march and fifes play lowly, a breeze blows on blackthorn blossoms,
Raised high above on hardened shoulders for the mourning march, that slowly glides him along,
A hero, a name carved in...

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WHEN A MAN LOVES A WOMAN

At first, he, smells her sweet perfume, eyes curves,
long bashful lashes, smiling eyes, red lips.
He, falls so hard for her – unsteady nerves,
and moves to grasp the sun, the moon...

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This old house dark: dire and lonely,
Queer sounds now park a feel chilly;


Old echoes stray upon the wind,
As if to say what might have been;


Here as you slide on old timbers,
A cold gust rides on...

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Like his fathers before him, he was a tiller of the soil.
He loved the old farmstead that was built with sweat and toil.
He farmed with Clydesdale horse and cantankerous mules,
A sickle bladed mower, sulky plows...

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Over the Top (1)

When is poetry by man, much more than scuzz (from top)?
Know a bard who hears his muse say it’s past time to stop?
Our emotions are dust devils that spin blinding us,
And most...

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I returned to the place of my birth a few months ago.
Visiting there always gives my languid soul a glow.
The house still looks good but the old barn is showing its age.
How long it will...

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BALLAD OF ZEFFERINO


Somewhere along the border
Between the U.S and Mexico. 
A man makes a break
For what he thinks
Is a land of gold
He's left his home and his family
Up here just trying to make a life.
He...

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I'm surrounded
By those that believe
By those who conceive
That one's obsession and possession
Can lead to G-d's affection
I don't question their position
That noncompliance is perdition
To some heaven here on Earth
Stomached by some lord's thick girth
I prefer a...

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The other man's grass always seems greener.
Seems the sun shines much brighter for him.
His house is much better, his clothes are much finer,
No wonder he struts and he grins.

He has a good job, he drives...

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I used to mow the lawn with joy.
     And trim up all the trees.
Prune the hedges, tend the garden. 
     Way down upon my knees.
Shoot the bull...

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Jim starts the day with good intention
Jobs need doing that require his attention.
The garden needs a good sprucing up
His vegetation 'triffids' are running amok.

He mows the lawn, trims the hedges,
Creates those nice, neat lined edges.
Weeds...

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Alight on me, do you, once in every while.
Temerity of expectation, the answer is yes;
When snow falls on cedars in autumn,
Would the frost of your heart then melt, acquiesce?
Do you feel my ghost fingers sketch...

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gone to bed hoping it's the last
but morning arrives and still the ache
only existing not really living
day after day continues on
wishing it would stop the torture
that mows this life to shreds
broken and tattered without recourse
feelings...

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A GARDENERS DAY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A gardener's day starts at dawn, their hobby.
To feed the birds and water plants,
and perhaps a chat with the local Bobby?
Then exterminate some red ants.

To feed the birds and water plants, plus weeding.
Check...

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