Long Roomed Poems

Desharah  woke early morning 8 am.
She wanted to check out her new
House. But she waited for Sedanah 
To come out of her dreams. 
"WAKE UP SEDA."  They roomed
Together. That's what her mother 
Wanted....

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During finals week, I’d spent days on various reports and papers, scribbling in the margins of notes and books, checking facts, revising flashcards and prepping with friends. I’ve an unshakable faith in plodding persistence.
We were...

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My “popcorn town”, Oak Bluffs
on Martha’s Vineyard,
always will be home to me
‘though I now live far away.
We were young when
we bought the old Victorian
with the wide wrap-around
porch. It needed a lot of work
but we fell...

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'Twas a creepy, delightful, suspicious domain
near exact to my home but too clean to explain.
All the dishes were done and they winked with great charm
as the coffee pot chirped with a welcome alarm.

As intrigued as...

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Our family reunion is coming...My, Oh My,
Times in my youth, of family gathering, and customs traditional.
The theme this year is "Christmas in July",
Like Dickens' Ghost of Christmas Past I can recall.

I remember those days with...

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My Mother
Mary Ann Dow Gardiner

Mary Ann Dow Stuart wis her maiden name,
Noo, she wisnae a Scoatish Lass o' fame.
Born in nineteen hunner an' five on the fifth o' May.
gorgeous she wis' at oany time o'...

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Infinite pitch black void zoomed,
I vacillated then pitched headlong
(head and knobby knees, over heels)
where skeletons in shuttered closets roomed,
and antithesis of freedom loomed
large (think) cosmic size grand canyon groomed
courtesy the once mighty Mississippi,
now barely a...

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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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There are red and green snitchies in my fingers,
They rapidly chase me down my wooden hall.
Delightedly twirl me I into a mass with their zingers,
Eleven can quickly roll me into a giant ball.

An enormous blue...

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In the psych ward,
There are people who don't have homes, or parents, or friends.
In the psych ward,
There are patients who have no hope and feel they are worthless.
In the psych ward,
There are people who will...

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Old was this tree when it gave up its life
It had lived for many, many a year
Countless the tons of winds had blown and bent
Its bough, and countless the nest’s of song birds 
Which had...

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Early in the morning , she passed by me
My heart despondent with her allure smile,
She is naturally dismayed 
A doddering newspaper on the floor captures her distinct eyes,
For a few seconds , like a scholar...

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I lose my fingers keeping count
the number of kids lost by murder count
in the eastern districts media houses dread
Patches of brown-black roofs on aerial view
Aunt hills of buildings single roomed
Shoot to kill, a governing tool
Stiff...

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One in each bedroom. Where am I to sleep? 
Little listening devices, dot lime green light
Steadily gazing down at me all night
Surveillance recording my data to keep


Smoke alarms linking conspiracy 
Three roomed spies, tracking my...

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TWO COUPLETS ON  “ FLAWLESS  vs  FLAWS “

POEM    1

I had no idea what he meant :
We bought a small  one-roomed unfinished apartment.
He said I was too critical, always...

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She ran with all her might
To a place of safety, for the night
A shack, deep in the woods
Where no civility could
....ease....the stay

The closet held memory
Where he could free "me"
To play out the beating
In a field...

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She was possessed or so they imagined what else could it be  
only two years old and already she could speak fluent Spanish 
though she never heard the language in the household before; 
She...

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THE ANICENT SPORT

In the ancient arena of the Gods sport,
Men and beast face off against death's final battle
To live or die.
The king of the wild lands, seeks freedoms calling,
He chokes at the rope of captivity,...

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He came into my room carrying a gentle shade of light upon his face  
and as I grew accustomed to his presence, I felt his spirit free    
Its as if the...

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I collect old wooden boxes,
From anywhere that I can.
I collect them from garage sales and,
From the handyman.

From the local dump or old backyards,
Or clearance sales on a farm,
They’ve all lived a life of hard and...

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Flower
My flower
When shall I let you bloom...
fear has let me hesitant
and hunger has let me roomed
Will your petals be less soft
If I allow him a simple touch
will you wilt and wither
If I heave myself and...

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