Long Sidling Poems

“...But you are my wife, and I made a vow,
even though I was a half-drunk young lout,
you belong by my side, and I by yours,
the rest of it we’ll somehow figure out.”

She still looked pale,...

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The Long Trail © by Trisha Sugarek

The Circle Heart brand on the wet rump rippled
as the horse shivered with exhaustion
the sun lost its battle with night and 
dropped behind the far peak

Chaparejos, worn thin and...

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In a dusty fleabit mining town
The kind you’d see on screen
The stranger rode down Main Street 
Looking evil, looking mean
He packed a pair of six guns 
And a sawn off in his vest
Those folks was...

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Meanwhile, Mrs. Pappadopoulos
has circled back and plops down
on Fred's front porch, all tuckered out
 
So Fred cheerfully pulls up a chair
and together they sit and stare
openly ogling, gawking, gaping
because, as everyone knows-
it's not considered staring
if...

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LITTLE WINGS

“No,” and they meant it. The dizzy seat
almost threw the 8 year old. He was swiveling
‘round and around and around, starting
to look green, ready to fly, free fall. Slip
of balance to the ground would...

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The kids are gone, I'm retired, I'm taking a long vacation,
To an island with sunny beaches - that's my destination!
I'll spend the days savoring a climate of seventy-two degrees,
Snoozing beneath the palms, fanned by an...

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I sat with rum and Joan Baez the other day
Writing up three poems in Bombay
One short  another crooked
Yet not quite a disaster
The other long and sad
Not very bad but still not much more
Than a...

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Rapa Nui Warriors stand bright and tall and stark
Monolithic dynasties enshrined in all our hearts
But what if I told you, til death doth do us part
Santa's elves could fill the shelves, 
Yet you'd still leave...

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Eternity With You

It seems like an eternity that you have been gone,
But every day; you're still on my mind, like a song
Sidling through this loving heart of mine
It never fails, every single day, every single...

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Sad Shiloh trots nervously across the frozen ground, 
Hesitantly, then decidedly, sidling up to a new lady.
At long last has he a loving mistress found?
Will she rescue him from this place, so penned in and...

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A bloom of valor in the heat of summer 
 ushering me to the epitome of a deep inhale 
 she becomes by far my flower of the hour  

 velvet to the touch...

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Since my childhood, I love summer 
It wakes up in me a dreamer.
The luring bells of the ice-cream seller,
Made me gaze for him at the street corner
Till noon, across the fields, used to wiggle
Enjoy lunch...

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Does the Sea
Suffuse...
Does the Sea
Perfuse...

the sponge?


Slipping, sidling
in:
the Great Outbreath
of the far forgot shore;
so small now as to be 
Unimaginable,
upwells in swells the 
Entirety of this sea -
and heaves these easy seas
from shore to shore
as
sure as...

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Spirits of the Nations


They say
spirits abide upon another plane
reside the other side of a universal rift
shifting in the lightness of ethereal heirs;
 
I aver 
the eidols spare us leave, sidling aside
us when we least expect,...

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She breathes honesty into the bedroom
Dispelling liars and troublemakers
Flinging lechers into the fires of hell
She takes no guff

Sure at first some thought she would go easy
Targeting her at the bar
Sidling up, expecting her to fold
Someone...

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Pale orb the bleary wake incites
Pallid streams procession ignites
Twilight's caravan gives last beams flight
Deep browns, oranges funerary pyre light
Glare from Day's spent hours moon's spawning rays spite
Day's face shares last glint then bier shutters tight
Into...

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I had never met a buffalo who smokes a pipe.
But this one did it without any kind of hype.
It looked natural hanging from the big guy’s mug.
I saw his wife merely give him a tiny...

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As he glanced around the crowded bar
he slipped off the golden band.
Admiring the curve of her back from afar
he hid the tan line on his hand.

Sidling up to her he said
"would you like to go...

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On balmy beach blithe commodore
Without ship, rudder, or rowing oar
Striding gusts, waves only chore
Soothing breeze girdles the shore
Sidling along, currents to explore
Mind's tranquil base to restore
Body's chafed shaft to bore
Frothy mist o'er skin doth pour
Swabbed...

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