Long Scalped Poems

April 9th, 2024 would be ninety fifth birthday poem for dearly departed papa

The following words crafted soon after the soul of me daddy set adrift into the empyrean realm joining the rank and file of...

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Once a pawn a time within castellated bishopric

We purchased 2020 Hyundai Elantra
at Enterprise Car Rental
1207 West Ridge Pike
Conshohocken, Pennsylvania 19428
April thirteenth two thousand twenty three
witnessed greatest amount of money
I spent at one time.

The following day...

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I've never seen a baby so merry as Martha...
They say March newborns are bellwethers for blissful Springs Mary...
Hannah, Haverhill has been a hard place to call home
I'm sorry about Elizabeth's hanging, 
Thomas has honored you...

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Non labor (relations) day September 1st, 2023 poem

Aye dream of Genie (as a lad din)
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania -
keystone state abbreviated as Pea Yay,
this stupid non huge poem
deployed courtesy scholar
really...a boot nuttin
butta an overrated allay
zee good for...

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Hey, what's up Pete? Same old stuff eh?

Alright, lemme swivel this chair around 'n you climb up here. Bout time you come in .You 
lookin' even worse than usual!
  Whatzat? Yeah well I look...

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There was a Red Indian Chief 
his name was Raging Waters
he lived a pleasant life
surrounded by his four wives

They took care of all his needs
gave him strong sons and daughters
he ruled mainly in peace not...

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Broken but disbelieving, we wait   
for any doctor to say it’s just blood
as the gray man greens, throws-
up in triage. A Goth teen holds Band-Aids
to her scalped thumb.  Somebody loses  
patience,...

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There ain’t never been much love ‘twixt them two out on the range—
Seems cowmen has always thought that them sheepherders were strange.

Then one day in rides a poke by the name of Tom Campbell—
What’s lookin’...

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We loved the land
We tilled the earth, under sun we toiled
We pledged our souls, to nature’s whim
The King of France none to pleased

We took the sacraments
We held our faith, mournful to fates embrace
The British demanded...

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I was sipping tea, so calm, so sweet,
Charts were clean, no sign of heat.
NY session, chill as can be,
Then—BOOM!—the news comes straight for me:

“Trump is back, and he's not done—
More tariffs, more drama, more Twitter...

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I write the saddest things just to see if I feel. 
This is real
 Depression
Repression 
The world holds us back
Words on the attack
My imagination does not lack
Love  hate
Different aspects of the same fate
Why it...

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As the "Legends of the Fall" unfold
One story stands out, needs to be told

When Samuel heads out to fight a world war
Brother Tristan is sent to be his protector

Young Samuel's motives were clear and pure
And...

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High on remote cliffs,
wildflowers huddle
between 
wind scalped boulders,
heads kept down,
their roots weaved 
into crevices
where a little soil has been
won from rain wash
and wear. They grow
surrounded by a constant 
howl, just above
the clawing fingers 
and thrown...

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Time is of the essence, when I get my hair cut, 
Impatiently waiting in turn, gives me dandruff,
Barber’s damn slow, chatting, making small talk
Oh hurry up man, I’m in need of a new Mohawk 

Three...

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A cow is goaded roughly, into a big steel box,
Eyes bulging from sockets, nose puffing snot,
Butcher pulls a lever, trapping its head tight,
Takes out big heavy pistol, aims it right,
Presses it BANG between, the beasts...

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I walk the streets of heaven
all alone
blinded by the alabaster
GOLD
searching for the God
of endless names.
The streets are empty
under quarantine
the clouds all closed
no angels in the fluff.
While hell is flaming still
in merriment.
I wonder - was I...

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I didn’t think I would miss him, and I was right.
There are brown spots in the yard where
I scalped it with the lawnmower,
I don’t care, it’s just grass 
and it grows to fast anyway.
He would...

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I didn’t think I would miss him, 
and I was right. 

There are brown spots in the yard where 
I scalped it with my lawnmower, 
I don’t care, it’s just grass 
and it grows to...

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castaway

we use words to stay on the surface

beneath  each word
we find the emptiness of the sea, comforting
when we reach the Mundus point, at will
the blood flows like a waterfall as if has no past...

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We kids from the fifties were always dressed as cowboys or cowgirls.
Our TV shows in black and white included guns, bullets and horses.
The men were the shooters, the women helpless, Indians died all over.
I decided...

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Ghost Santa Stealth came upon a dead night dreary,
His intention was madness and I was quite weary 
He took bits of my mind, but not in the usual way
He chomped it out of my fleshy...

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Inspired by a storyline from a show. The Native American tribal culture is beautiful. This is written in honour of their Light. 

Death of a warrior 
By Michelle Morris
11/08/2023

Lay me down
Under the big sky
Where my...

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she's my apache...shootin arrows of anger straight through my heart of hate

she's my apache...she devistates like hurricanes,twisters and earthquakes

she's my apache...she scalped my spirit and seared my soul

she's my apache...she turns a pile of pure...

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(This is a fictional poem)

When I was thirteen, I got a pair of glasses.
People called me four eyes and I kicked their #####.
They thought because I wore glasses, I was a wimp.
When I got done...

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Seven sorry soldiers
Hiding in a ditch
Errol caught some shrapnel
And then there were six

Six sorry soldiers
Barely glad to be alive
Barrett took a bullet
And then there were five

Five sorry soldiers
As brave as trained to be
Geoff and Tom...

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