Long Outsider Poems

DT2 came to me, unwillingly and clandestinely,
only because he was referred by his mother,
who was concerned that he was growing up and out
to become an ego-terrorist,
and she had heard of my feminist work as ecotherapist--
so...

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THE FRIENDS

They were the best of friends to the best of friendship
They did everything together to the best of friendship
The three wise men that came together from different locations
One from the north, one from the...

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Something that stuns me from revelations awakening 
All good people of the world see you Isis 
clearly diamond cut your scale tips heavy 
with the wealth that's stolen from foreign lands 
to build weapons of...

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I May Be Mistaken
By Franklin Price
9/19/2018

I may be mistaken but, in watching all the raves,
 I believe our founding fathers are rolling over in their graves.
We're not acting patriotic when the parties have their say.
They're...

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Sitting on the beach,
As dusk falls upon the end of shore,
I look at the lighthouse,
As I see a faint figure,
Looking beyond the sea.
She holds her chest,
As if she is holding a necklace.
She waits for her...

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I saw you last on your birthday.
When I proceeded to your room
to kiss you and give you my gift,
you were surrounded by all
of my siblings, except one,
who was in church services.
 
I do love you...

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I'm such a drama king
What kind of happiness can I bring
At the dinner table? Would they place a label on me?
I'm like a dysfunctional cable box...a beat-up TV 

Pre-chorus: I promise I'll be okay
I just...

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I've been warmly remembering
your peak solidarity experience
joyfully shared

When you suggested
in a state-wide wisdom circle
that our cooperative advocacy
might feel more robust
and become more strategically
and resonantly effective
If and when
local communities more intentionally share
our current municipal Trauma 
Prevention...

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-Shannon isnt my real identity
-Shes only a mask
-That iv had on for 26 years
-She was never real
-Not to me anyways
-She had my personality
-But she didnt sound like me
-Feel like me
-Or even look like me
-Im not...

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The echoes of my past come
as a rumbling noise or a murmur
reminding me what I had gone through
and how I got to where I am now.

The twirls, the turns, the detours,
the deviations I took in...

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Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga..., 
which I can prov-olone huck curd 
(within Trump con feta ration) – as cheesy poem!

Yea of course writing ideas unstoppably
burst asunder at the most inconvenient
opportunities such as...

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THE CHAMELEONS
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


Give credit to the chameleons, they blend right in 
A simple maneuver, changes the color of their skin
No matter the surroundings, one thing is clear
You may not see him, despite him being...

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Julie had never been one to partake in

Girly things, dollies and frills

Julie was one of those tomboy like girls

Who looked out for adventurous thrills

She loved riding bikes, down the hill at high speed

Screaming loud with...

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I was sitting at a corner café
Enjoying a refreshing drink
Feeling drained by the sizzling midday sun
Relaxing and peaceful
A perfect blue sky
Birds singing cheerfully
Only one other person here
You
A man drinking figo alone
You.
Who are you?
I just have...

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What makes a speech out of words,
I have just washed the tombs of lords.
Oh, what’s my knot?
What’s my knot?

You can judge the theme not.
Words, trickle of the destructed thoughts
Shaped in a dim light.
No matter what...

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Search paths to be everlast,
Act fast as you reach your final math,
Equation equals the lost chance,
To hold the happiness stance,
From a distance you can only glance,
Securities reach it's breech,
As followers continue to leech,
Don't speak to...

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I sit here in this corner.
It’s a dark corner.
It’s a corner lit by a single tea-candle.
It’s a small corner, 
But it’s my corner.

As I sit here in this corner—
Furthest from the door;
Furthest from corruption—
I think...

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My Name is Paul & I am a Young Black Male

My Grandmother's Father was from Great Britain, his Family came to the New World to Stake their claim

He was a White Male

I Never knew Him

My...

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A Storm is brewing, quietly churning above.
Residents working to prepare a town tradition.
Mobilizing able citizens, attempts to guarantee success.
A hundred year tradition, the town's shining gem
Times are changing, still they cling to the past.
As if...

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For the days when your skin feels inadequate
And you want to escape from it
When you've scrutinized every fiber of your being & want to trade in your reflection
When you don't look right juxtaposed next to...

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14.
after the dry leaves of the winter 
fall in innumerable drops 
the spring comes 

the cover-face of spring means 
a note-book of the rain-tree 
letting float in the sun-water 

and mr harry says that
this question...

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One Father, Two Sons, and the History that Divides them!

This Poem was Inspired by Watching the News, and Seeing the Constant Fighting both Verbally and Physically of Both the Israeli and the Palestinian or Muslim...

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Though I may not do him justice, with my meager skills,
I write of Aaron Guttery
Most of you probably don't know him, but I feel you would,
By simply reading his poetry
With a pen in hand and...

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What is seen, what it is felt and what is understood                        ...

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There was once a lonely girl
Set far apart from others
As though she is none like the rest
Feeling like a black sheep everywhere
She smiles everyday like the sun
Not knowing others call her crazy
As if it wasn’t...

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