Long Postwar Poems

REFLECTIONS ON POSTWAR AMERICAN PRESIDENTS
 
Truman became President by accident, which
probably explains why, on the whole, he did a good job.
Eisenhower, deprecated as an inveterate bungler,
a shillyshallying,  grinning incompetent,
is now beginning to emerge as...

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Snow showers earlier today December 9th, 2020 yielded negligible accumulation

Though anyone who saw
and/or watched local news would be more wise
the brief flurry of crystalline precipitation
came as a complete surprise,
cuz yours truly prefers
getting strangled courtesy neckties
versus...

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Being born in the postwar fifties,
after darkness and catastrophe
ascended on all Europe,
I didn't experience cruelty and horror... 
but hope came from the defenders of freedom
from North America and England;
and their military supremacy crushed
Hitler's vanity and...

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Peter I knew since our childhood
though as a youth he wasn’t good,
but then Joan cured him of all that,
two babies in a two roomed flat.
 
Now Frank came later to my life,
by when, like him,...

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A birthday gift to me 
courtesy thee youngest sister of mine

The special parcel
courtesy Amazon courier
hurriedly delivered softbound book before
yours truly could thank him/her cuz he/she
dropped off outside our apartment door,
upon opening the well sealed package
my...

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Family Tree

The family tree grows tall and true,
Its leafy branches cradle me and you.
Like every tree it has a season
When branches drop, sometimes without reason.
Our tree has suffered great distress,
Not merely damaged, but under major...

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I Recall the Smell of that Place

I recall the smell of that place.
It came from the small side cafeteria.
I ate there daily for two months of my young life; 
From the heat of September 1959,...

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putrid rascal was a real truant
and also a junkie
and a somnambulist too
and wicked gourmet bought a new guillotine

then the rascal walked dizzily 
like a mechanic dancer
around the cinnamon circle
right under the scythe
and underwent a severance

the...

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i miss the softness of her touch

cut short by Lehman brothers’ harsh

   collapse

i miss kindness of time before the crash

economy in relative peace

living off fumes of postwar boom

before post-traumatic stress of recession-plagued world

robbed...

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Some of them are living ghosts,
they have buried their roots
under newer foundations,
or they still live anonymously
under a rock of poverty.

If you asked me to name them
I could not, for they all had names
too similar to...

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In your mind will remain this spore
In your mind will remain this spore
In your mind will remain this spore

Together we shall soar

In your mind will remain this spore
In your mind will remain this spore
In your...

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We entered twenty-twenty-four
in vain hope it will be postwar;
one government will not deplore;
politics, rotten to the core,
despite the oath to us they swore.
In truth, the poor will get more poor;
the one percent will gain much...

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Woke in the blissful cold
As my body was being shivered
Had dreamed of a warm bright light
And see it rise in the dark night

Missed the light that came in the night
When waking up from a timber...

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The Mystery Be

Mistral freedom o'er stakes waged before,
destined mortal souls their reposed earth,
spent sepulchers clips tales from postwar,
nonetheless, facts become one back door,
proves everywhere their tribute got worth,
bestill main doors naught their mailboxes,
the rumors naught...

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