Long Ragged edges Poems

Nowhere Man

Star dust, the stuff of a fool’s dreams.
Oh !!!, to travel upon star dust streams
- that glorious, never ending journey -
into the realms, the space of many.

This old spirit, seems, not to fit into...

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The chest, a hollowed birdcage, ribs splayed wide,
No fragile heart to flutter, only tide
Of absence, pulling, churning, cold and vast,
A landscape where all joy has long since passed.

No polished grief, no carefully composed
Expression etched in...

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Damaged Goods



In summer sun’s sagacious rays
A butterfly with ragged wings
Settled on the sidewalk
In search of food or rest or other things
Slow, strolling steps brought me to her side that day

Her wings were slowly yawning to...

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The words beg, haunt incessantly push to be
heard -Dripping forth like a venom- too vile-
about to kill it's own master
Poisonous desecrator

The scream, they push-
I offered refusal and they gathered together a great 
army to slay...

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A book is the beginning of a prayer born of hope, faith and love discovered within the pages of some writer’s glistening ink - quote by poet



Dust piled in layers
On books and anthologies, laying
Silently along...

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He binds my hands and wrists behind me 
struggling to escape I see 
the fury of the coming storm 
arising high beyond the trees

I know too well the chance I take
when I accept a stranger's...

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STORM    CLOUDS  
    

Storm clouds gathering again from the Pacific
Over this  graveyard and its winged totems,
Cedar stories rich in legends, these items 
---  Of far-off people,...

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I dont know any African heroes
Only the city slickers on their quest for seven zeroes
Teach me the names of the fathers of prose 
And how with blistered fingers and eager minds of listeners
from ashes they...

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All night, wind ragged as rain blew.
And the moon is seen as a squire view.
To be a mentor to the cutting wind.
In the sky, a single moon might askew. 

Oh, hurry to the lake in...

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Another walking notes half poem

What  a   very nice     garden  indeed
Fresh       top soil,         ...

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In the house where I was born
We tied our laces in the dark
Then shuffled down the stairs without a lamp.
We breathed a foggy whisper
On a window webbed with frost
And we swore, and we swore,
And we...

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We pack each little box 
Until it’s full of memories.
Unpack when we arrive each day.
Like spring, when daffodils are new.
We put ourselves inside each word,
Stuffing the tattered, and ragged edges
Of each memory with a lubricant...

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In the Hush

"It is finished!"  over, complete
Echoing in the twilight hush
On Saturday's holy ground
Breathing through candles on the Sabbath table
Slowly vibrating to a fevered breath
Strong enough to shatter stone
And melt iron tipped spears to...

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Strong Voices, Fixed Opinions. 

"Bashing",
the political warfare, 
of the uncommon man. 
The rights of all those in power, 
ungodly "saints"...
that walk on higher ground, 
to prove they are better than the rest. 

Alienated and disturbed...
by...

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Would that I could be made beautiful again
after being broken, withered and wrinkled.
My aged parts, especially my heart,
given new life like pieces of sea glass
gently washed upon an amber shore.

No more complaints then would I...

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pause.

between the last syllable
of your goodbye
and the memory of 
all we promised each other
is a dream that will not die
a suspended sunset
that once
gifted our eyes
old moon
in a tired sky
cacophony of crickets
in the backdrop
as you cry
with...

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divorced

pause.
between the last syllable of your goodbye
and the memory 
of all we promised to each other
is a dream that will not die
a suspended sunset 
that once gifted our eyes
old moon in a tired sky
cacophony of...

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Sagittarius

Strike true the star sign of the archer hunter’s heart true north while
Arrows of artistic aspiration fly free from optimistic opportunity in
Grand views of grace to stumble over humility’s stone in blunt speech as
Inquisitive innovations...

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On blue-black beach the waves abate
and toss about the chips of slate
to wear the ragged edges round
ensuring skipping stones abound.

The swirling mist, the diamond drops
race up the beach with frequent stops 
to put a shine...

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Flour sacks I remember you so well
full of golden grain, bran or flour
a slight but delightful musty smell
perambulating the atmosphere 

Sacks cut up for all sorts of things
cloth shoes and dresses even trousers
rough coats that...

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Whispering warm hope and faith within
Whimsical wisps of affectionate wishes
Wakening waltzes that dance wildly
Wanderlust winds breathe gentle warnings
Wakeless weathers ragged edges with
Widening worlds where we never worry
Weathering woes that seek to warrant
Wallowing, wooing watery tears...

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Oh the disgrace
Infamy and shame
The ridicule that’s now
Poured on her name.
There’s no escape
For she’s been seen
Trying to fake a pair
Of Designer jeans.

She couldn’t afford 
The poor dear soul 
The real thing and so
She cut her...

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Everything comes and goes like this,
boringly fast drills-
look and it's passed. Sadness and thrills too
are soldiers. There's no point in turning it over,
and over. The visit, however quick and smooth
warrants the quick and harsh pains....

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Just a shadow
of who I used to be.
My heart has been scorched
my soul sun bleached
Both full of holes
and ragged edges
I gave up what defined me
I dropped my morals
I raised my boundaries
and I've pushed everyone outside
of...

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I am Cephas,
A rock upon the dry earth.
I am a stone
Lifted up and set in motion.
The wind surrounds me.
I sink into the brook
And settle.
The water rushes over me,
And my ragged edges and indentions are not;
I...

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