Long Reprimanded Poems

After witnessing a murder meant for me after surviving a car bomb igniting my skull crushed my face bruising my brain i received threatening calls from my husbands mistress I'd reported break ins strange behavior...

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SPECIAL AGENT ALAN KING FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION CHICAGO FIELD OFFICE I ALWAYS KNEW SOMETHING WAS OFF WITH ALAN I MEAN AFTER ALL HE WAS ACTUALLY WORKING FOR WANNABE MOBSTERS CIRO GARGANO WHO TRULY BELIEVED...

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This is the Second Part of the Translation from Rabindranath Tagore, Nobel-Laureate Philosopher Poet from India. 





Father only smiled; thought, "women
are emotionally heated balloons! 
Life is a difficult  salvation, they don't have that knowledge", 
After...

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Big boats traffic people from pillar to post only heaven knows where it goes
Something fishy is transpiring in the sea, there is a unique smell for you and me. Little fish are brought in creates...

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Aunt Mary was a small and wiry mother
of six;
four by birth
and two by informal adoption.

She sang in a small querulous voice
yet spoke boldly
filled with loving EarthMother
indigenous wisdom choices.

Aunt Mary was a serenely quiet mentor
and suspiciously...

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The data breach came on quite suddenly 
I saw her standing there dark skinned ashy 
knees she was after my identity strangest 
feeling this crime is the worse because it lingers 

identity fraud could last...

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2/6/21

Since the Jurassic
Time continually passes
Animals and people smoking or eating different grasses
Staying active
Instead of remaining passive
The population now massive
I roll around solo or among the masses
Seeing it crystal clear, or it's fogging up my glasses
In...

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In the land of Eden,
In the land of Nod.
I once was a man,
That had a plot.
The black eye derived from fratricide,
Reprised in time despite;
the denies of delight.
Fight or flight, Its just not right;
To take your...

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Poetry knows no age, as thee Marcia
Abramsohn (the former ex lady friend
of my late father corresponded with me
some years back)
wrote (by hand nonetheless,
a long lost art) inlaid with ambidextrous
zealousness impossible to identify,
which hand crafted artistically...

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There's some urge in me that makes me want to dance. Dance the dizzying spin
of childhood again until I fall still, mimicking the lifeless on the grass and laugh
with the scent of dirt and air...

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Poetry knows no age, as thee Marcia
Abramsohn write (by hand nonetheless,
a long lost art) inlaid with ambidextrous
zealousness impossible to identify,
which hand crafted artistically colorful
epigrammatic ghostly hint emblematic

of former exuberance toward English
Language..., perhaps other once
vibrantly familiar...

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Think of the hands that lovingly fed you,
Think of the hands that lovingly held you,
Think of the hands that held yours and taught you to write,
Think of the hands that held yours and taught you...

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Where do I get to go?
I have kept searching on the globe,
But no one to find as the best,
We broke into conversation at the river bank, 
It was our first time meeting each other's frank,
She...

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Where do I get to go?
I have kept searching on the globe,Buh no one to find as the best,
We broke into conversation at the river bank, 
It was our first time meeting each other's frank,
She...

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I was born in 1937 I'm nearly 83
I would still like the chance
For someone to dance with me
I put the radio on and sway around the room
Sometimes with my husband
But mostly with the broom
In the...

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I was poised to take a picture of a ladybug when she turned around and said, 
“Do you mind!  
It’s impolite to take a picture of a lady from behind!”

“I hope you know…” she...

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Things We Think

He said, “Every man is busy earning money.” 
She said, “Is there anything more important than love?”
He said, “Is there anything more important than sex?”
She said, “I think we all just fear death.”
He...

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Am i scared of dogs?
do i get tensed while walking down the lane alone late at night?
Am i afraid of darkness?
do i suddenly feel that some hand will arise from the window and scare me...?
am...

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My future happiness depended upon school, 
They’re understanding of religious older parents,
Them constraining them with supervision, 
So that I could have autonomy in my garments. 

I mean, my parents let me wear what I liked,...

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Today as in every day I battle with whats carried within.This accumulation,this compilation of aberations of spirit and mind.Why do I continue this struggle,to be the invisible woman wishing to be seen.Who is willing to...

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When Does It End
When is it ok for a person to make a child and not take care of them?
When is it ok for a person to be happy when a part of them is...

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Winter's Child

I was severely disabled, meaning that I needed a carer, 
For most things, like dressing, eating and walking outside, 
But I was not normal in my need of assistance and help, 
Because I could...

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Back in the 14th century
there was a brash young English lad,
who always got his kicks
from doing something bad,

Getting tired of being reprimanded,
and his life not going anywhere,
Evil Knieval built himself a device,
that would surely cause...

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Ridding the world of you came at a cost
now I float without color
without virtue

Why can’t I feel my arms? 
what were once extensions to hold me up
don’t provide much when walls aren’t a factor

This place...

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A LETTER TO MY SON

Listen son 
Thinking about the memories you have of me
The memories that rankles
It rankles as long as we sniffle off air
Air of life and eternity 

A wave of guilt and remorse...

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