Long Rosewood Poems

Mother nature oh! Rose of roses!
Mother of all flowers' and smell,
Ylang Ylang! You don't know what it causes!
An aphrodisiac turns you on like hell!

Sandalwood with its masculine warmth poses,
Rosemary clears the head, you can tell,
Peppermint...

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Hey bruh, 
haven’t you heard,
ain’t you read the news?
The White House is gonna eradicate 
the fear infested inner city blues
That Trump fella says,
he’s got his poison pen ready to use
He says black folks got nothing...

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After hiking on the trail one day, I was making my way back,
Immersed in balmy thrills of summer, and the sunshine attack!

Birdsong was in my ears, and fragrance of beauty all around;
And greenness like a...

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I was born in everlasting springtime, as happenstance often does to others,
Like natural green halls wherein joy sings, to its wilder sisters and brothers.

I was situated in mellowed sunshine, like a colorful ship on the...

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You died for our equal treatment, and we demand "affirmative action."

You died for integration, and we justify segregation when we throw public brawls and destroy property.

You died to stop the Klan and the supremacists from...

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Lay down your old ink pen...
Rise from the table...
Push back your chair.
Gather them all up...
Put them out of sight now...
Place them safely in the cupboard 
Bare.
Wrapped in stiff brown paper,
Strung tightly together
With thin white string;
Turn...

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Private Residence

Sign at the gate – no solicitors –
Beyond the rosewood door sanctuary in seclusion
Untouched by hands racing round
A face framed by chimes and alarms –
Measures of mincing minutes
Exiled with suitcases packed
To astral planes of...

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O' poets switch off all senses but one
as you enter this arena of aroma
as I nose out the world's perfumes
to boost thy nasal stamina.

A dainty phial of perfume is indeed
a perfect and preferred present
It's the...

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O singing
strings of my violin heart
  let the vibrant breeze
      of mellifluous air
        embrace your deep rosewood skies 
   ...

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Unbeknownst to me, WoodenMan enjoyed quite a cotillion of female admirers. With 
his rosewood
dimples barely lifted in permanent bemusement, women found him adorable, though 
decidedly eunuch.

 It all began the night I visited the local...

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What’s left of Octavia glides down the hall 
Past the portraits she painted in life,
Now framed in mahogany, rosewood, and oak, 
And they’re hers for the haunting tonight.
She looks for the canvas she started the...

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All I remember is rampant rain and a loud bang.

As dawn distilled through a canopy of palm trees,
glimpses of light reflected like emeralds on leaves.
I felt blessed in its warm golden glow,
as I awoke under...

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The Perfect Day


I believe I lived the perfect day, the ideal greatest day,
A day awash in a sunlit brilliance unseen since the first blink of Eden,
A day as buoyant as time standing resolutely still in...

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Thanksgiving Dinner by Mario Vitale
Home for the holiday from New Orleans,

Happy as a bee in the tree making a tune so merrily We only get a glimpse of what is to come The thought to...

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I’ve seen black sheep set in Pongola grass

Within pallid seas, differed, 

Like black buttons on a white cotton suit;

Sheep are color blind.

A bee is fine-looking,

But there’s fire in its ass.

Can the wild goat trust

The adder...

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Written: November 19, 2023, For Ink Empress Contest

The garden of the world has no limits except in your mind. Its presence is more beautiful than the stars with more clarity than the polished mirror of...

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This is the last piece to go. All the others are sold.
I hate to part with it, but now that I've grown old
I need to find the right home for it before I die.
I'll explain...

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How beautiful are the creations,
that are beyond all explanations.
What lies forever of foundations,
the very majestic plantations.

Voices of opera soaring high in the wind.
The harp and piano linger at the end.
The southern climate in the spring...

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Saturday nights at Barney’s
Rowdy Cowboy Honky-Tonk,
Our band sang soulful love songs
That cried while our guitars wailed.
We oozed moods for fresh lovers,
And throbbing hearts on the mend,
Through those timeless tuneful nights
While Gus wiped his rosewood bar.

After...

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I now whisper a verse, like a curtain of shooting stars,
Weaving with a rhyme, an echo from worlds locked in the distance afar.
To clasp your treasure, your sublime feminine essence,
Through rosewood forests, and your skin,...

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I the ordinary human being of flesh-and-blood,
Rise from vital self, like a flower blooming from the bud;
Make my inner self to extend its hold far from mundane,
And grow, like rosewood, tall toward the deep divine...

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I wait for you in the moonlight
In the quiet of the night
Within this room that holds
So many moments of your life

The dreams you've dreamed
Still linger here 
Between these flower-papered walls
That look beyond the window
At the...

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All the dream lamps of the world have joined their rendezvous
In this porcelain time of the evening playing in my bloodstream
I am waiting when the river of nudity will bring about the coup
Filling the molecules...

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fire engine scarlet red 
is the color of the fire fighting Amaranth dead 
who hide there sinful Liability
as they wave at me 
from beyond my walking concrete grave 
to let me know, that my time...

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Pigtails sat tightly on her head
Curls poking through
And framing her face.
The bear kept her company,
Sat close by her head.
The dolls sat carefully placed
Drinking tea around the table.
Her name in blocks
Across the wall,
Not easily missed by...

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