Long Scrapers Poems

Remembering our friendship 
how we'd talk for hours about
any topic family love kids life
how it hurt not to hear from 
one another sending cards 
pictures letters remember that 
I remember so well that achy 
lonely...

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I esteem your presence
Glowing with glee 
At times, you do say things without thinking 
I’m the god of distress – 
You’re leaving me breathless 
Cutting me down like I’m some decaying tree
You don’t see how...

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I Jumped up suddenly out of my bed
With Jack the ripper spinning in my head
And the word cabinet kept floating in my bed
I had a very serious message to deliver
But I don't know who to...

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Further qualities of the King* the THIRUK-KURAL lauds: IRAMAADTCHI - Canto 39, K381 and K382

[*modern-day "kings": presidents, prime and chief ministers, governors, dictators and the like; K381 & K382 have already been posted.]

K383: thuungkaamai kalvi...

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This a revised and updated edition of a poem I recently wrote and posted.  I'm interested in your comments, especially if your read the previous version.  Thank you for reading and providing your...

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IMAGINE  NIGERIA.
Imagine  Nigeria,
Becoming  a  sweet  fruit
Like  my  orange  juice,
Imagine  Nigeria
With  patriotic  youths
Who  speck  truth  and
Make  my  future  look
Good,
Imagine...

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A dark secret I feel tempted to unfold
and the legacy of truth I'm bound to uphold
Ladies and gentlemen, let us view through this wicked universal kaleidoscope
and uncover the secrets of leadership as they try to...

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Struck nine on Richter scale, seismic waves so       
                    ...

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It's 12 AM and I've got to correct 1,500 papers.
Mini-quizzes
Tests
Copy-pasted researches stacked to the ceiling,
Shadowing my feelings
Towering me like sky-scrapers! 
They say those who can - do,
And those who cannot - teach.
I know this might...

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For all those who’ve been captured by my camera lens,
I wish we could do it all over again.  
But time waits for no one despite what we see,
In images made of you and me.

In...

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Since he first walked, he made the outdoors his
while at home, paternal love was shown with fists.
His Mother’s love wasn’t enough for him to resist
leaving home and his Father’s frequent body hits.
He fell to his...

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 I set out on a long journey by train 
That spans from end to end
Out through the window flashed past 
Assorted scenes one by one
Sky scrapers and mud hovels, 
Steaming cities and peaceful hamlets,

Row...

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When they reach to the edge of the sky
What then?
Will they then realise that all
Is but a lie
Created by bad apples that
Can only be sly?

Up they build
Great boxes of glass that outdo each other
The new...

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Breath and walk easily in a night so blue...
under the green branches of the pines;
and see the brisk breeze that lull the daises,
on the trimmed lawns, sparkling with dew!

On this side of town, rain comes...

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Bull Rider of Day and Night
Sperm of Population, Home of Insomnia
Place of Yellow Cabs and Nation's NASDAQ's Business
Highlife, Loud, Crime
City of making it Big:
When I am there I am told that you are strong, for...

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Spring arrived, ‘Twas the dawn of man
Consciousness exploded with a Big Bang
We foraged inquisitively for berries and nuts
Soon building settlements and primitive huts

A subtle spark conjured otherworldly fire
And with it came a burning desire
Tales of...

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Now I am quite realistic
Never ever fatalistic
Fantasy never tickled my fancy
So you can understand my surprise
From their daunting size
On the streets of New York
My air left me as if released by a cork
For before me...

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Looking here over at my window
At the 20th floor, Father
I see the beauty of the city
Those high scrapers standing
At the side are like mountain
Covered with concrete and glass
In front of me is the sea docked
With...

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More a work in progress or thought depository item, but I like it enough to post

There's something very interesting
About the overlapping of lives
The impressions left
Leaving your mark
But not your name in lights 
Or in any...

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Walk the streets, Passed the subway trains 
Echos of piss and debris, Filled streets 
Rushed paces, Sky scrapers withhold glory 
Look onto and pass, The city that never sleeps
An overwhelming sight of rodents, Amongst the...

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(a Salute to Howard Moss)

Although it is not yet warm,
we have shoved to the backs of closets
snow-boots, gloves, and woolen scarves, 
locked tire chains and ice scrapers
into trunks of automobiles as if
tomorrow the first bloom...

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Note: Special thanks to Elizabeth Wesley for planting the seed (another one) for this poem.  And despite the dismal nature of this writing, Sanibel Island is still a beautiful place to see and visit....

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Facilitating The Facility

Solid structures should stay outside where they belong
With a firm facility of understanding occupational standards
In their simplicity of design
Edifices don’t build themselves in wildernesses 
No one does
It’s not civilized
Loud noises must be nurtured...

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I’m going to lock it up
I’m going to build walls 
No, sky scrapers 
Im going to surround it with thorns 
And fire will burn all the way around 
I’m going to lock it
Turn the rusty...

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Most of the time I am thinking about my pets
Pets others have dumped out 
Pets who should probably have therapy but don’t.

One of them is a large pony dog we named Buddy.
He was dumped two...

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