Long Ninety seven Poems

Part One.  
Bernie Frasier, a funny man, a brilliant man, a can do man, if Bernie can’t do it, no one can!   Bernie Frasier, a kind and friendly man, a gentle man,...

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I am feeling the shock of fast change. How to cope with it is of course the question. Listen to Beethoven through the neighbor's window? Look up from the page? Appreciate doves even though they...

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A psalm to solemnize pure tin forefathers/mothers...

Who didst unknowingly, unquestionably, 
and unwittingly script vitality
and the prologue to Thanksgiving,
(which theme poem initially written)
about three hundred and ninety seven years, 
and nine months after February third 1621,
yet...

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Broken Shadows

She has always had an energetic thirst for life
but now incurious thoughts are strung across her mind
and there they hang, a washing line of confusion
until a nudge of stretching shadows ripple her soul.
And the...

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White man in the jungle;
Inner city ghetto Harlem;
Gramps getting old;
I was just a main streamer;
None of this makes any sense;
He’s not getting any younger walkin round town;
Ghetto town trin to be bad real hip now...

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Many have heard the story of Lucia and her cousins,
that took place in Fatima Portugal in 1917.
I will spare you all the details for with research they are easily found.
The story begins with three children...

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TEN MINUTES THAT DIDN’T SHAKE THE WORLD

They seemed to talk only in metaphor  or simile
And in what they call   stream-of-consciousness - 
These two young women in the café overheard yesterday -
About something...

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If the cupboard under the stairs could talk
I wonder what it would say
Would it tell me of those who hid in it
When there was rent to pay

What about the poor frightened child
Back in nineteen forty...

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Now Li'l Puff was kind of sad.
He looked up at his giant dad,
"Oh, why am I a little cloud
but you are big and thunder loud?

"Your lightning flashes 'cross the sky
but I can't do it when...

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...I was working construction jobs,
there was a big job for the trains,
to replace an old viaduct
that shook in the wind and the rain.
The government gave money and
put strings on it, that’s what they do,
wanted to...

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Another rainy Memorial weekend,
there’s no promise of the sun.
I’m sorry for the folks who’d planned
a little camping fun.

But my task will go forward
with umbrella and raincoat.
I’ll get those graves all covered,
if I have to use...

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...such joyful company. I put my coat on and 
was about to leave while still seeing my nun friend there with me when my pastor handed 
me a book to read. I declined even though...

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I lay in bed watching as over ninety-souls passed away
There was nothing I could do except cry upon that day
I lay in my bed my sheets crisp and white
As the doctor walked in and said...

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Goodbye Mom, my two older brothers cried.
1930 – I was born, our mother died.
1932 - Daddy remarried, careworn
yet in time three more daughters were born.

Goodbye, peace and home, So long, 
1941, Japan attacked British Hong...

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Twas winter ninety-seven, all around the town
Houses lit up magically, parties all around.
Boyfriend says, come with me, to works Christmas dinner,
Dress up chic and sexy, looking like a winner.

Hair all done up, makeup on, gown...

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The first to arrive, the first to offer help, the first to say “I’m sorry.”
She is a tiny woman, half my weight, but mighty in the power department.
She is my mother, farm-born, one of ten...

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Snakes And Ladders

It’s raining out what shall we do?
Let’s play a game just me and you,
Turn off the tele I’ve found a game or two
AAH snakes and ladders that will do,
This is a game we...

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Spring time in Nirvana
Working through each night
Sorting strings of rainbows
To get each colour right

Thanks to innovations 
There is always something new
This season for example we have
Another ninety seven shades of blue
And orders orders orders 
Booked...

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Mr David Oglesby, my esteemed friend, 
Almost brought these rambling to an end
Kirby Grindalythe was his suggestion
Causing a temporary mental congestion.

Its only real claim to fame,
The Norse origin of the name,
Which the years have changed,...

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‘Round the bunkhouse and corral—
Seven years old, without sin—
My yeller dog was my pal—
It seemed summer would not end.

The warm days went by fast—
It was time for me to wean—
The good things just do not...

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Ninety-seven percent of all U.S. currency
Contains a trace amount of cocaine
Sniffing your George Washington's every day
Causes a mellowing of the brain

If we were able to live on Planet Mercury
Each year is only 88 days there...

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Denial is a can of peas
whose contents
should never be indulged
beyond the expiration date.
Yet there I stood, 
evidence screaming reality
at my eyes, their gaze steadfast
upon the wailing baby girl 
before me in her bassinet.
My mind then...

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Today,
I wake energetic, 
lungs clearing of lingering tobacco fog.
Kinetic energy, thoughts of poetry
inhabit my mind during my morning jog.
First at slow speed to warm up my thighs.
Long strides, deep breaths, my afro bounces in my...

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Being Nana

One winter night in year of ninety-seven,
God granted me a special gift from heaven.

To this day, I can think of nothing grander,
than the moment that I learned I was a nana.

Baby crosses her left...

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I remember the day when the terrorists shocked
Our world. I remember that sad and dreadful day.
Two planes crashed like missiles 
Into the Twin Towers in NYC; one hijacked
Plane hit the Pentagon, while another landed
In Pennsylvania...

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