Long Private property Poems

Politics and Poetry – is hate really the answer

Why write a poem of hate about Trump
He’s been there just over a week
Though Hilary Clinton the people did dump
It still matters not what they seek

He cussed...

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Roman à clef tragicomedy...
overlaid with façade of fiction = Mein Kampf

in summer re:
typed out during winter of my discontent,
when yours truly no spring chicken
stirred ruse to expatiate poetically
regarding following rhyming reason,
hence mine lovely bones 
into...

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Winter has blemished my skin 
leaving deep wounds inside 
there is still no sign of spring
but joy was overflowing within.

I took an afternoon stroll along a quite path 
searching desperately for a new start
the sun...

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According to Dr. Jennifer Clark, our students in our public school systems.
And our colleges and universities are being brain washed and indoctrinated into the doctrine of Progressive Socialism. They are being brain washed into thinking...

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There is not only a double standard prevalent in the USA between Christians and non Christians. It also applies between liberal left wing radicals and conservatives. Take the January 6th protest out of our Washington...

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Come live with me and be my love,

Lover status is open to all sexual persuasions in accordance with the liberties extended to the 
Gay, Lesbian and Bi-sexual league.  Living together as my love will...

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Roman à clef tragicomedy...
overlaid with façade of fiction = Mein Kampf

No need for yours truly to dig deep,
(albeit bonafide figuratively)
by Dickens thru mine Uriah Heep,
a gnarled mass creep
ping, comprising, encompassing, glomming
abysmal existence strewn with hard...

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Bob Robinson had been born in the ghetto,
and his childhood was not a nice thing,
single mother, just a teenager herself,
in a neighborhood known for gang-banging.

But Bob was a truly tenacious soul,
he got his first job...

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'Knock, knock' on the door,
But, I won't let you in.
No, no.
The chamber of my heart is closed.
But 'knock, knock' you say.
Oh no!
I am stronger in this position than any other.
A huge 'liquidation' sign hung,
For months...

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The drunk

A thick plastic curtain of the type used in warehouses he could not see through
to other than shadowy figures moving around he knew he saw a past that 
no longer belonged to him.
He sat...

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Dead now, Jackie Walsh?
Smolderingly blonde like a strawberry,
protesting your stolen innocence; one snuffed candle.
So much promise you had, the favored cousin,
my own father loved you best.
All gone in an instant, one busy street, and one...

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We created clients as consumers of education
and called this freedom to learn.

We created competitive, 
ranked, 
hierarchical, 
professional caste-system schools
and called them freedom from unhealthy superstitions of extended families,
freedom from historic pathologies looming within mysteriously encultured...

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(Prov. 3: 5, 6 / Jer. 10: 23 / 1 Cor. 10: 12, 13)



While Driving Down A Winding Road
On A Day So Humid–Hot
Out of The Way and To The Side
I Glimpsed A Half-Hid Spot …

I...

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You Are My Formidable FireWall
My Memory Image Chip, Thru Flash Floods
You Search Thru and Rescue my Heart-Site…
With A Barricade that Blocks Viruses – like Blood

You Are My Screen-Saver and Life-Log-On-Line
Top-Tech-Support; My Very Own Version of...

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Some ten years ago, a business owner went to bid for a cleaning job.                     ...

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You made Death grumble, boy
He not pleased that a little squirt like you got away
He had you choking on your mama's apron strings,
with that foolhardy, playful dare you made
Said you was gonna cross Bim Argut's...

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Bottles

Pass me another bottle to pour down my sorrow,
My love I wrote you poem of me being drunk in morning tomorrow,
I love the poison poisoning my mind to come up with slick rhymes,
So pass a...

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Once upon a time but not right now or ever
A parachutist climbed the short oak tree
On private property not yours or mine
The sign read, “Trespassers will be shot
on sight”  (sight unseen)

Our flying man used...

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Lucky is a red ear slider terrapin who currently lives with me.
For all intents and purposes, let's refer to Lucky as a she.
I named her Lucky because it was lucky that I just so happened...

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March 17, 2016                                ...

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It’s 2023 and the world wants to know
‘What is a woman?’

Apparently now all it takes is call yourself one
and, poof, you are.

Which means we have finally arrived
in the post-modern nightmare of objectiveless fantasy.

In this fantasy...

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It was 1857, civil tension on the rise,
And the dialogue on servitude found little compromise.
Justice Taney cited precedent in making his decree: 
“A slave is not a citizen; it’s private property.”

Nine old white men in...

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The Nature of Man 
The hills are full of light like shining stars on a dark sky, 
a pretty sight for weary traveler. The rich have moved 
inland now as the sea stinks of dead...

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With a committed one, it is wonderful and decent to chill
but you eat the combination of the salad still.

Twelve noon is different from nine cos it feels more like the day
then longing for midnight all...

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The Unlocked Creaky Gate

The giant iron gate creaked 
At the touch of my feverish hands.
Without permission 
I unbolted the unlocked gate.
Sweaty forehead, numb hands,
Iced feet, my stomach tightened,
The palpitation of the heart 
Grew loud and...

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