Long Sewing Poems

CRISIS TEAM:HELLO WE ARE HERE TO HELP  

AGENT BROWN: HELLO I AWAKEN EVERY NIGHT BETWEEN  THREE OR FOUR AM I CANNOT BREATHE PANTING HEARING MY FETUS HEARTBEAT SO LOUDLY 

CRISIS TEAM: YOU ARE...

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A MINISTER RETIRES :  
SOLILOQUY 

I arise as infant Phoenix 
from Akasha ashes 
counterparts frozen 
with foibles intact
a still Arctic of death
sheath for recalibration 

Source Light breathes into 
fontanelle slowly sleepily  
Sekmet my...

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A Place Not Meant To Be
           
PART: I            (810 of 1487 words)

#1: A Day...

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Soliloquio del Individuo by Nicanor Parra, Translated by T. Wignesan


(Homage to Nicanor PARRA, 1914-2018, the Chilean ANTI-POET, winner of the "Cervantes Prize" (the highest literary honour for writers in Spanish), four times nominated for the...

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When Grandma died, I found some things

                         Gifts midst tears that...

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Please help yarn hexed door neighbor...

Yours truly pinned down by invisible 
vestiges of coronavirus and
getting attacked from angry plague 
of buttons, plus huge spools of yarn
grossly mistook me for human sock 
to seal and line...

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Stan was feeling somewhat glum,nay even despairing,on Monday morning.
Mary had gone to work on her new folding 6 gear bicycle with own basket and an extra basket from Wells-next -the- Sea 1995
[the wicker basket now...

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Cold death it is, descending from the sky,
That like a shroud, across the land doth lie.

And why need death be cold?
Let we this tale unfold.
Dire death is no distraction for the best!
They gather wind, where...

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How to attach a shower curtain...

I revisit rather than write from scratch
a poem crafted May twenty third 
two thousand and twenty
since the following words apropos
and amply serve a duplicate purpose
of aforementioned title,
when yours truly enlisted
(before...

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August 13th, 2021 – twenty two years since...

Wicked bad designed day poem originally crafted
then alternately titled for no particular rhyme nor reason: 
courtesy Doctor Donald Dossey  
who coined paraskevidekatriaphobia. 

August thirteenth nineteen hundred and...

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There's an animal deep down inside me, deep in at the depths where my soul lays to rest.
And no, it's not a bunny, or a cute little puppy dog, or even a tiger.
It's more like...

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My mirror breaks, I pick up a shard,

But find it bizarre that all I see is nothing but scars, 

My veins filled with black tar, shaking, beaten and starved,

I carve your name to my arm,...

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I was only twelve or thirteen when Dad bought
	The twenty acres alongside the highway
		On the east side of town in 1956,
That seemed so quiet then, unimportant even.

A piece of ground where horses had been kept...

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"The Silkworm’s Birthday"





Mulberry leaves flutter in the breeze
Kookaburra brave Joker bluffs a sky blue breast 
Drops one feather for a quill, a song hidden in a laugh, no bitter pill
magic never rests, like a crystal...

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(alternately titled: courtesy Doctor Donald Dossey  
who coined paraskevidekatriaphobia 

August thirteenth nineteen hundred and ninety nine
forever etched in annals of my personal infamy
as one still sending hair raising shivers down my spine
which following unpleasant...

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As a poet it’s a challenge to put down in words
What a Mother’s hands mean to a child
But as an adult, if memory serves
I remember them being loving, gentle, caring and mild


My Mother’s Hands

Truly a...

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Circa sixty one years ago July 6th, 2001 -
birth of dear beloved wife

We now get along swimmingly
analogous to this bro and his older sis
on the cusp of our gifted silver married years
if her presence absent,...

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Taming a tropical topical tree? Taking a trunk? Telling a tailor? Traversing a tale? Many ideas. Much like the ideological dramas of a beach front. Wavelength of winds. Movements if the tides. Coconuts can jump...

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How to attach a shower curtain...

Suffering permanent anatomical
disfigurement, nonetheless
maintaining marital bliss
at steep price despite more or less
musculoskeletal dislocation,
I eagerly, readily willingly confess.

Ideal for someone whose height
trends toward above average
unless you don't object tilting
head back in...

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For more than 10 years she sat at home in a state of inertia, longing for the things of the past, hoping that the past could be her future.  In doing so she gave...

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Grandma 85

She sits across the table 
from the best hand she has ever been dealt 
Her four Aces,  
The greatest joy of her life
Her most favoured and loved children

She has not always been dealt...

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I knew she does not belongs to me,
But it was a fire that I played with heart.
Only in fairy tale a river meets sea,
She sometimes smiled then faded away apart.


The flowers I gave her are...

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A Hallmark card would have sounded sweeter than that 
My shiny badge of defusion and falsely sworn merit 
I’m the worst this town’s ever seen!
But I want justice for this
I keep retriggering your created catastrophes...

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I once saw a man with kaleidoscopic eyes,
reflecting in hues of periwinkle and persimmon.
His heart illuminated in shades of scarlet, 
marigold and clementine,
releasing rainbow ink from his psychedelic pen,
brushing over his personal poetic sins. 

Free...

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Now I seal these lying lips until forces open.
I confessed. 
Now it is time for my silent repenting
Deserved shame is the string sewing my sinning lips closed.

For unworthy lips as mine do part, 
no right...

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