Long Openings Poems

When I was a child in Los Angeles, you could size up groups approaching by watching their movements.

I remember this gang of older kids approaching me, watching them carefully while looking down to see if...

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When I was young, and adventure routine,
With excitement and newness still unforeseen
I was eager to spread my wings to the world
And seek more adventures as those wings unfurled

Within my long travels I happened to meet
Two...

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...cont

His sleep was tormented,
each sound he heard playing upon his dreams,
until the sweet notes he remembered
floated into his ears like the gentleness of down.
Following the sound he was surprised
to see his lovely companion sitting quite...

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Whole GreenEarth opening
win/win systemic

Prophesied by sadness
loneliness
suffering of midway not not 0-Range
EcoPolitical Capital ReInvestment
nonzero emergent health restoring zones
resonant tones
resilient tender
mercies

Restoring GreenEarth justice
is a warm spring thaw
flowing outside
and deeply inside RightBrain intuitive delight
bright

In this ancient turquoise embodied
white...

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Medicine and sickness satisfy each other.
MotherEarth is medicine.
Where do you find yourself?
     Zen Master Yunmen
     China, 800s

Therapy and trauma require each other.
Ecological Earth is nature-spirit therapy.
Where and...

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This is a poem I wrote last year for my grand children....one loves bird...future ornithologist, maybe?

Owls belong to one of two different families or classes,
Even though there are more than 216 types in their masses,
The...

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I know of a river of more than average 
Sorts...
Meandering, when not dallying to maunder,
Between many differing contours 
And unruly contorts;
Where a privileged youth once
Happily sought -
Pursuing about his passions
In the traditional methods 
By which...

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When I was a youth the earth was our friend, as it was our means of escape.  We would run and chase each other across great distances, far away from the confines of home...

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The casement creaked under the scrutiny of darkness

A lonely candle flickered to the tune of one single log

Unhinged she sat where darkness fell upon her face

Which had grown cobwebs and spider lines over time


It was...

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Helplessness invades
into my life and into my world
Chaos; Disorder

Helplessness invades
trying to imprison you in a box of no choices
	:A box made of tinted glass
	buried under the old, dry earth
	without any openings but the small split...

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Exracted from Gerald Nforche's Epic, The Slave's Tale


-Across the Atlantic, 1793-


We cry out cursing to our very gods
Whilst mokala and plotters lead us in lots.
And slaves we have become, slaves we are groomed
And setting in...

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For the moment I merely watched him
Running back and forth in his home
I am patient you see
I am full of time plenty
I am the sly one in the darkness and I am hungry

So I waited,...

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If i had a million dollars
every three months
and my job was to spend it on awards for those
who do random acts of kindness and good deeds
unknownst to them they are about to be rewarded
i would...

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My 2 hands are not strong 
enough to bring you on the 1st 
flight back to what we had. 
I can feel the past tense 
pretending to beat down on my 
head with your own...

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I have been living on the sides trying so hard to survive but the residue of hope keeps rocking my boat. Daylight breaks out on the stream, and it keeps disrupting my unconscious dreams, and...

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I guess I was left alone after sixth grade, wandering my way.
You believed in me, offered up openings and let me say
what I would and delve into the sun and world and stay
and even you...

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Picking a rose in a garden of Sundays
Calling your name on a broken branch wind
Looking for clover where weeds are not welcome
Walking the bridge till its time to begin
 
Dancing in puddles now filled up...

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I remember you kissed me inside and out
Against he confines of a foreign couch
Drag your finger along my jaw line here
I love you so much. I feel like i'm going to get sick
I look around...

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Feeling again

Ice water floated stagnant misery in caustic veins coffin nails and razor blades 
waited for the vultures of frosted lavish lava-daggers staring at the mirror with 
no reflection other than the murderous screams numbed...

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Democrats are known for making things right, but republicans always lie about everything.
Everybody knows that the democratic party will run the republican party out of the U.S.
Congress and run all of its offices every day...

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Walking up uneven sidewalks—
up cracked little hills of pavement,
past dingy apartments
gliding through trailer parks—
rough rails and low fences
skidding my fingertips—
reaching the dampened street.

Through an empty crosswalk
where children once would
wait to pass—
vigilant cross guards leading
laughing kids...

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Take a hammer
Step up to the game
Whack a Mole?
Nope! Whack a Dummy!

You don't like staying home?
To bad, Jack! Put a lock on it!
You spend too much time bumming
Not sticking to essential stores
Your just loitering where
Your...

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Flower power

“If you’re going to
San Francisco be sure to
wear a flower 
in your hair”
long and shaggy
shagged longing wild

And to Berlin or
Paris for that 
matter to dream to
meet a girl and more
under the fountain

The “Fountainhead”
on your...

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Suffocation....
Under the strain of guilt and fear
Conscience fights for her last breath.
Wave after wave of violent thoughts
Come crashing against the rocks of reason.
Rocks that once proved to be a barrier and a fortress,
Now being pounded...

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Love,
I won't be able to serenade you
I won't even be able to write a song for you
I can't even draw, or paint,
So, I won't be able to work out a canvas for you
I won't be...

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