Long Niles Poems

Wonderment at existence – mine

a sixty four year old married bloke
born January 13th, mcmlix
under Capricorn sign in general,
and January 13th in particular
who dons online personage
with custom (think 
swiftly tailored harried styled) 
made poetic raiment cloak.

With...

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Wonderment at existence - mine
born January 13th, mcmlix
under Capricorn sign.

With my scrunched  
and bushy furrowed brow
I often ponder precise circumstances 
that linkedin yours truly to be born
tracing back lineage of self 
or arbitrary individual...

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Beauteous lass Thy wounds are bleeding! 
Crowning crowning where thou go on? 
Mothers weep and babies  feeding
Crowds on crowds and trumpet blow on! 
Wearest thou thy wedding garments
Then which grief thy heart thus torments?...

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Mariah was quite the painter,
oil her favorite medium,
she didn’t do postmodern crap,
old masters showed how it was done.
She made her fame doing portraits,
liked to stream, and paint them online,
soon had half a million watchers
who all...

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A single’s net is cast
A single climbs the mast
To view a sea of profiles
Catching eyes, some color-blind

Some emails are soon returned
Some senders have not yet learned
Most personals are not for wiles
Or just adult friends to...

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perhaps i should have looked away 
my mind takes me back to the general store 
of black liquorish sticks red cobble stone walk ways 
the reading of immortal poems as william mason
 
sounds off hot...

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A place to be; a home to live,
Full of cultures and traditions,
rivers of live.
In crossing the Mediterranean,
‘criss-crossing’ the continent, you see…


A mountain of rivers,
running the Niles to desert,
crossing the Niger to the ocean,
a Congo in...

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Mysterious



You are all that is not known or explained, the remains of explained, and kept secret yet, 

Uncontained, mysteriously maintains the mystery of loves name, for this is so secret it 

Sustains one’s curiosity membrane,...

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We are in Lexington and it is 1847

Emilie laughs, and we smile,
and still we read aloud together.
Mr. Lincoln likes the Niles
Weekly Rigister--especially
and of course the poetry. Especially
"Thanatopsis"
He bracketed this:
But, Ah! What wish can prosper, or...

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I held the stumbling humanoid,
learning to stand on two feet- scared as an alien.
I was his cradle and his playground—
even before he was called Homo Sapien.

Watched him crawl on hands and feet,
watched him grow, move...

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I held the stumbling humanoid,
Standing on two feet, scared as an alien
I am his cradle and his playground
Even before he was named Homo Sapien.

Watched him crawl on hands and feet,
Watched him grow, move and trail
His...

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I was looking for the font “Fairplay.”
It has an aesthetic view, often,
to sound more, to mean more too!
I was trying for an eco poem,
I am still trying, in lines,pacing,setting,enjambment
and line breaks,assonance,anaphora and so on!
Silhouettes ...

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by the time you've read this 
i'm afraid our ships may have 
already boarded i do hope 
you are not to ravished about
 
our departure truly you and i both 
know it tis for the...

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A blind man hailed from mid-west town
A mild but lonley clown
In search of love and happy times
A life so filled with rhymes

His friends would tease and call him blind
But still he would'nt mind
They say deep...

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the quaint balance that shadows who we are
comes through hidden channels from a far
while casting aside any sheer doubt
shall sometimes cringed with a faint pout

as the cravings of awful goodness say's now
the meaning of it...

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Soul, o soul,
Fill me with an essence.
Whether it be dusk or pure.
O soul, my soul,
Does genocide rage inside,
Of you.
Does it fill the parched Niles,
With blood,
So the deprived can quench their thirst.
O soul, your soul,
Can your...

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A friend introduced us
What can I say
I love and hate her
Each and every day

She knew we'd be perfect
One thing she forgot
Miles between us
Children we've got

Now, I'm at a loss
I've traveled this road before
Parenting comes first
Romance...

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Side to side in a flowing rhythm strides
rocking our enormous body and head, 
like a pendulum our long trunk swings side to side.

My family and I walk for miles and miles 
foraging, dusting, mud wallowing,...

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Hearing you speak my name.

Is like hearing Poetry@her tamed.

I've been doing well unlonely

With a heart

unchained.

You can extend your chivalry as you keep free my reigns.

Noting ya ability to capture things ascertained.

Say my name.. say my...

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