Long Slat Poems

What on earth do they want from you? The Red Chinese are very interested in the art of conversion of your assets into their very own assets! They want your dwelling place even it just...

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bitter truth
my soul fails to see the rising sun
all my days i can only recall total darkness
not even the day of light brings hope to my heart
deserted by all i see no value to live
it's...

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How empty can an inbox possibly be?
Not unlike a door..... practically off at hinges
The paint is definitely peeling
More than one shutter has fallen astray. 

One piece at a time

Have you ever seen that?
How old houses....
...

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I put on my black leather trench coat from the wooden coat rack.
 Wrapping the navy-blue scarf around my neck, I started to go outside to enjoy the night.
 I watch the wind swirl the...

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Guide to Writing Poetry

I was going to tell you about how beautiful the sun looked sinking
below the horizon line from my back pouch the other night, 
but I can't,
because this book I was reading told...

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As I sit upon these old porch steps, that I have always known
A weathered stoop, with gray floorboards, that shake with every wind
These creaks and groans,  the flaws and chips, ... familiar to my...

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Degree work again! With Aberdeen University, 
Long distance, so not in strange surroundings, 
This time in the subject of my choice and tenacity,
For posterity, so as to keep above the drownings. 

It’s Christian Studies, or...

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WHAT?

Thanksgiving’s on the way
This had crossed my mind
But what?
While shopping the mall yesterday I came on this display –
Who could miss it? – 
Shelves and shelves full of teddy bears    nutcrackers
 ...

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it was the week after Christmas,
the one when fate had granted me my fondest wish,.....
(a lustrous, ruby-red, Schwinn bicycle that sported a basket in the front, and a bell to ring.)

On that cold, late December...

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He remembered the Ohio of his youth.
Winters of pure, glistening snow. His parents
taking him on wagon rides over hidden,
winding trails through naked woodlands.
Swooping great horned owl. Fog-breathed
whitetail deer, and string-like clouds flirting
with the cool, pearlescent...

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When Papoose Shot Cat Horn Haiku 

when problem with papoose
from neck have to remove noose
had to declare truce

when tired while shot
temptation off will have fought
killing cat had not

when tired while hot
would rather not sleep on...

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ABRUPT ACHE

   Acquainted ! Attracted ! I adore you, Hello Miss !
   Beautiful  bud of love bloomed in bliss.

   Cheered ! Charmed ! Caring craving on your charisma.
...

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For 19 years, I have missed a Lovely Queen; absolutely one of the finest.                     ...

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What where HOW can we be we
Speak then cleave to fair flare FEAR?
Urwa we do DO WE SPEAK discrete
We deem how we speak! Unknown 
Language LUST dear DEMIER we
Share? Is this some Language such
As care...

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Winding path through the tawny wood
Hanging branches form a shadowy hood
Dangling vines each spindled fold lace
Slippery, svelte moss cloaks the base
The vented light peeps through fibrous trellis
Addled mind with beauty to encase
Swerving shadows creep down...

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Staring down at waters murky 
Under tattered aging timbers
My thoughts went back to the past
And the life that I remembered.

As I stood on those rustic boards
And looked all round about me
Came thoughts of life’s moments...

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Rain beats against the window, 
As my little boy leans his brow
And little hands against the cool glass,
Staring, longing to go out. 

His eyes light up with joyous excitement; 
Grinning from ear to ear,
For down...

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Rain beats against the window, 
as a little boy leans his forehead
 and little hands against the cool glass,
staring, longing to go out. 

His eyes light with excitement; 
grinning from ear to ear,
for down the...

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The Eastern window is open
and early morning birds sounds
invade the room.
Drawn blinds are no defense
as one after the other
the inevitable rays of light
sneak in around each shimmering slat.
At 5 o'clock.

The sun hangs like a red...

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I walked up the sidewalk to the front door
That had a welcome mat.
The doorbell I rang was kind of flat.
I saw Frankenstein peeking through a 
Window slat.
The man who answered the door wore a
Tall black...

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Oh to the whoa, Honey, today I saw a trio of funny!
Mercy be, I saw three furry cats that all wore hats;
one was skinny and curvy, two chunky, but sturdy.
Curvy was all a-curtsy in a...

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A soft spring breeze blows gently

across the open toes 

of my Italian leather sandals.

Sitting on the weathered oaken bench

I can picture you swinging on those wooden slat swings

with your flowing hair pushed back in a...

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Under a suicide sky
The moon runs blood red
We lost another one to the pain
It ain't no sunshine tomorrow
When today ends like it did
We all can change this night
We all can say you matter 
We can...

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I would ask you to stop needling me
if I could feel my feet anymore
Certainly, by now, those raggedy dogs
are well traipsed off. And the crotch tweaks
only remind me that I need to go
to the bathroom...

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Curves

Slow, cradled walk towards the goad, 
Skin pink naked to the crowded few, 
Light beckons the inner property pack, 
Until the red is aphoristically bright said. 

One body, one noon to habituate around, 
One lapidary...

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