Long Pinged Poems

In the beginning was the word-
and the word was…

light darkness 
dawn promise  dusk despair.

I was a tempest
child a feral cat-
alone wild and
untamed eyes a
jigsaw of shattered chaos.

Mom sighs a rustle
Autumn leaves of
disappointment her gaze
a...

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J.J. sat quietly in the library,
Thumbing through a stack of books, looking quite contrary—
Jack Be Nimble, Jack Sprat, Little Jack Horner, and Jack and Jill,
Sifting through, trying not to make noise and sitting still.
Her shoulders...

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Her long sleeved robe matched the hue of the plants so perfectly 
that it was hard to tell where the rest of the color and her form began. 
Her skin was a papery, ghostly white....

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Cleaning out the attic I found an old clockwork car sitting in my toy box
It was old and rusty the wheels still went round and it had plenty of knocks,
There was a small hole in...

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It was summer as I was walking along the dirt road of
 my uncle's cornfield.  I had to get out of the house because 
I couldn't stand talking about how my grandpa's funeral 
session...

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A blank stare into nothingness
Suddenly I looked up as something caught my eye
A very pretty girl saunters in and buys herself a coffee
And perches herself cross-legged upon a cleared table in front of me
Among the...

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The escape commenced.
The endless drive from middleclass suburbia
ala Levittown; across hill and dale,
packed in a 1947 black beauty
of a Lincoln Continental; to the land of Peyton Place 
and Steven King; Maine.

Lemon up and tangerine down,...

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From sunup to sundown
it was indeed a weird day;
it seemed as if the sun rose
wearing dimming shades
and as if the wind had been
blown off course or locked out.

The bold-green leaf trees, hedges,
shrubs, and lawn grasses...

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It was the pinging of the phone that awoke him.
He noticed it was half four in the morning.
Nothing good happened at half four in the morning.
He ignored it and tried to go back to sleep.
The...

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Open and free was Gizelle’s heart.
There for the taking, the smacking, the shaking, the breaking.
She was an innocent, believing in happily ever after love.
She fell in love with the devilishly handsome Charlie.
Charlie had crushed, stomped...

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A mediocre mealworm was sat on a hill eating a sandwich and drinking some tea when along came an elongated machine with a red face and elastic eel ears which pinged and ponged. The mealworm...

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this sunday morning,
there were lesser chirps,
faded rays
and muffled words. 

the refrigerator still reads,
"happy anniversary",
with a photograph of us. 
the same date,
the same face,
the same love,
but a different year. 

there were music bands,
there were long drives
to...

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From the twilight of absolution  - he spoke in cliché, the fantasy of living his dream
having seen and done all the things he ever hoped to see and do, in moderation.
Yet, moderation, in and...

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From the twilight of absolution  - he spoke in cliché, the fantasy of living his dream
having seen and done all the things he ever hoped to see and do, in moderation.
Yet, moderation, in and...

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The rec was where we dug sandy tunnel dens 
in danger of collapse.There I fired my catapult 
on a group of three children some distance away 
as I hid behind a willow tree 
not far...

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Who knew?

With the triumph of good over evil,
With me making a deal with the devil.
With the goddess of colour in our favour,
WHO KNEW it would cause our strings of heart to defrost in flavour.

Seeing him...

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Exotic? Lee did not think so
He had heard stories, and neurotic was more likely
Erotic? He began to laugh, 
His dendrites pinged with guffaws.
She was no more erotic than a virgin butterfly
Or so he had been...

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Stabbed in the neck, hammer to the head,
cracked ribs, broken jaw, left for dead.
Slashes to the face, body in a brace,
dumped in the river missing without a trace.

Bowled by a truck or even a car,
bits...

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apricot pinwheel alert pinged against promenade’s action
I felt a glorious love for this warning, and a bit of satisfaction
marshmallow clouds unusually bleached with angel white
paraded in the background, down the hill and out of sight
...

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A long-lost friend came knocking at our door
Phone rang, device pinged; those things came before --
   While our friend kept on waiting
   We were 'communicating' --
Friend up and left -- wouldn't...

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