Long Sheathes Poems

{Three o'clock on a December afternoon,
the sky is opaque as my nature has stood out, the rain drizzles down my windows and I am distinctly reminded how it once drizzled down my back; the lacquers...

Read More

When Irish eyes are smiling,
And the gymnast smile extends to curve her petal-red lips,
That's when she'll let her waves fall down with the grace of 
a faerie.

If in a wheat field the sheathes would glow...

Read More

Neath shimmered strings of starlight’s breeze, crepuscular in night
on trodden soil he lay with slumbered eyes.
Lashed to oak, his chestnut mare in dream just out of sight
snaps free as lightning flashes; flares the skies.

Bounds to...

Read More

Today I sit silently still…love ill
I watch raindrops drip from hanging leaves,
weaved clouds change colours of pink and gray
while a stray drop tumbling finds my fingertips
as if nature’s lips have kissed my skin.
I breathe in...

Read More

"For his invisible attributes, namely, his eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly perceived, ever since the creation of the world, in the things that have been made." - Romans 1:20

The coloured space refracts...

Read More

Pentagon shaped prisons poison their people with lies,
Using planes and petulant pious lies to coerce with fear.
From the ashes of their turmoil rises the phoenix of insurrection,
Choked by meager matters of the trogolodyte mind. 
Sheepish...

Read More

Why is it, today?
Is it the demons playing games again in the ethereal realms?
Are they yet again trick-or-treating hidden hoof to helm?

The third of your eyes is sighing yet again,
At the inventive sight you hide...

Read More

…fighting for peace with guns is like bonking for virginity

it is a macho world but then women can be excellent killers

the barrel phallus washed from conscience dipped into blood

a thin membrane between defence and aggression...

Read More

Standing before an invisible army, 
The boy stands watching from behind their hidden lines,
Peering into their smiling cheeks and jowls.
Returning the smirking favor, he holds up his electric hands,
Whose dendrites trickle lightning from his metaphysical...

Read More

The angel Michael fell deep into his despair, 
he shed his wings of light, 
until he was bloodied and bare. 
Broken - he cursed all things, 
hope fled with his belief,
he ripped his weapons from...

Read More

“Nocturnal silk sheathes the woods,
moon dust laces lattice on lush leaves, 
fireflies flash on the trail of dream”. By Poet


The opaque film of darkness spreads silently
out of the cauldron of infinite emptiness, 
that the sky...

Read More

Hams of August Smother


The folks are angry, really. 
They can’t explain the diaper, 
yet they would explain poor Jack.
It’s a plot, you see, to show
poor Jack’s been had.

Folks can’t see why
no matter what Jack does,
even...

Read More

You, he and I; we are not alike 
Human we’re akin to our rights

Fingers are not equal by nature
For using purpose these are fair

Many minds many choices it’s fact
On earth colorful varieties are tact

Variety is...

Read More

"One More Monchielle Stanza"



This January day
I took a pleasant walk.
It’s sixty-one degrees.
I’m relishing this time
before the brutal freeze.

This January day
from my front porch I hear
young children play outside.
Jack Frost is coming soon.
His breath we can’t...

Read More