Long Perceptive Poems

if you have taken the time to browse through this eclectic collection of self-indulgent foolishness, I hope you’ve been entertained by the quirkiness of its content, or at the very least, annoyed by the pervasiveness...

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This is, as indicated, the final THIRD of this fairly lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this piece had to be posted in 3 parts. 
   The 1st and 2nd thirds...

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Pride and Prejudice: The Lacking Margins

Pride and Prejudice, a passionate novel by Jane Austen, published anonymously in three volumes in 1813. A masterpiece of English literature, composed with penetrating wittiness and exquisite character delineation, it...

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Existential crisis still encompasses mein kampf Valentine's day 2022

The following lines written disjointed fashion
attempting to mimic strategically 
moving pieces erratically on chessboard
ideally yielding ultimate resultant checkmate
opposing men captured for the queen to use.

Jurassic throwback terrible...

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Oxygen is depleting from what remains within the confines of which, a means to an end, lie guarded. Watch as hope disappears within the aftermath of this wreckage, which was constructed-meticulously seeking absolute perfection…; only...

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I AM HARMONICA DEONTIA BALDWIN!

Somebody said Harmonica Baldwin was a smart child.
That she would grow into her womanhood and set the world afire.
Her characteristics inform her personality.
Harmonica Baldwin is magnetic.
She is perceptive and mindboggling.
Within, Harmonica...

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Of Him and not me?
Muttered the dragon, full-formed, wretched, 
Stench unfathomable, seething and snarling
His great lungs expanding and exhaling puffs of darkness
Slanted, shining, scorching eyes burning into my own

What light shines but His own? 
Have...

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I’m laughing this morning, spontaneously. We’re not studying any more. Our sophomore school year is over. I’m giddy, giggling, like a 9 year old on sugar.
I think I just finished the hardest class that I’ll...

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 ~ I - I Arrive in Glasgow ~

When I arrived in Glasgow town
I knew nary a soul
So tired I's nearly fallin' down
Yet I'd no place to go 

I wandered up Buchanan street 
In hopes...

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Paddy

His name is Padraig Torrin McWheaten of County Cork, esq. – Paddy for short!  He is Celtic mischief with deep brown eyes the color of Irish sod, a big, black gumdrop nose and a...

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The Lost Years

EDIE

Edie looks well for her age,
Hard to believe she’s almost 94.
A widow wife these past 72 years,
Lost husband Bill, in the 2nd World war.

Bill was presumed killed in action,
Though his body, was never...

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(alternatively titled: tardy duff fender of assertiveness,
especially after adjusting following insanity clause
affixed with rubber baby-buggy bumpers)

Methinks I nearly got snookered
courtesy CVS employee at store number 7569
(address: 1206 North Gravel Pike,
Zieglerville, Pennsylvania 19492)
September ninth, two thousand...

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Just beyond the silence, a secret
Blowing, breathless, through the spirit
Sweetening moments, preparing
Laughing kisses, reassurance
That forever lives, steadily coloring
Skies and seas in hues of beautiful,
Hues of dreams – hues of gentlest peace

Just beyond the moments, joy
Pouring...

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Why is it so hard to be around people? I mean, maybe it's unfair that I should talk of the general public based on my experience of the persons that surround me and I have...

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The real fealty
Fellowship with Deity
Not aseity

Where is His power?
Do not let His will sour
Why you don't flower

Man is not the cure
His righteousness is manure
God-Man must procure

Can't laugh off this One
Demons in the swine are done
To...

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Author's note: This is an epic length poem that will have to be split into parts and will be serialized in successive posts.

Part 3


our subject awoke 
while still dark everywhere
dark with agony 
an amputee's life...

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Which late afternoon/ early evening
today adventuristic, edenic, and idyllic
April 13th, 2021
pitch perfect weather
serves as temporary tonic
to balm away blues.

Like a tumbleweed
aimlessly blowing in the wind
across infinitely wobegon open wide
prairie home companion land
(which wasteland famously
epitomized by...

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There is no nothing
for what we call nothing
which is really space
is definately something
emptiness void abyss
all something like glass
from lights point of view
as we are as light to space
we offer eachother no resistance
and yet are as...

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Like a tumbleweed aimlessly blowing in the wind
across the infinitely open and wide prairie land
(which wasteland famously epitomized by T.S. Elliot)
a barren vista ravages the metaphorical landscape 
of one measly mortal malcontent male
bumping and scraping...

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Determined to read and plant the seed fast
   to emulate poets of the present and past.
I staked the library display Whitman, Kilmer, Frost, unnamed arrays
   including Sandberg and St. Vincent Millay.
It...

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Lost Perspective

Eve said to Adam-let us eat the apple so we become ourselves
So naïve, why should I die first in order to become what I am already
In his image and likeness I was and I...

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Darling why you are rare In the rareist of blossoms.
I can taste sweet aromas of your perfumed beauties.
I shall Inhale such simple hints of your beauty makes 
the raging blood of mine boil. 
Persuasiveness such...

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She is a forward-thinking, goal-oriented, methodical strategist, in both personal and professional endeavors. She uses her intelligence, talent, wit and charm to achieve whatever she sets her mind to, but is easily frustrated by what...

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"Where love rules, there is no will to power;
and where power predominates, there love is lacking.
The one is the shadow of the other."
            ...

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Like a tumbleweed aimlessly blowing in the wind
across infinitely open and wide prairie home companion land
(which wasteland famously epitomized by T.S. Elliot)
a barren vista ravages metaphorical landscape
of one measly mortal malcontent male
bumping and scraping along...

Read More