Long Slush Poems

I tell, to follow, that long trait before
We reached the  back foot of the tower tall,
Our eyes went up to the top core

For two little flames we saw install,
And another responding from so far
That...

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Manchester United 1958-Part 1 of 3
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015

I remember the 6th February, in 1958, 
the day before my 16 birthday, everything was great
I was working at the CIS, an Insurance mob in...

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1. To the clear bidding for one, a mug wump it stands
showcasing mouthwatering care but with dirty hands
for trophy, for lust, all in a virulent game
changing faces and smiles and treating them the same
so surrounded...

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"We gave you strict orders  not to teach in his name,"he said. 
Yet you have filled Jerusalem with your teachings and are
determined to make us guilty of this man's blood." Acts 5:28

Peter and the...

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"AOC"

AOC, AOC,sitting on limbs of a dead
green tree,
Shooting innocent cows so merrily!
They must go, this socialist screams!
Deaf to God's creatures painful moos 
and cries,
As their carcasses pile up to the skies.
And their sanguine blood soaking God's 
earth,...

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Every bodies afraid of going into business
what happens if the company goes bankrupt 
does that mean I'll lose my home and everything else
to the debts of a bad investment

People can start limited liability companies 
companies...

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Four palms, one taller, the other three measure the same.
Heavily anchored in sand, all are vertical climbers of this azure sky.
Eight new fronds per palm, the older ones neatly trimmed by man.
No cocoanuts anywhere to...

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As I think back to that dark time in our community I don’t know if I’d ever seen anyone quite 
like that (Cinder Girl). We girls thought she had (Lovely Bones). The last time I...

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As she walks in the door
My heart skips a beat
Butterflies churn in my stomach
I freeze, unable to move
Unable to stop staring and glaring at this beautiful dream.

Faces around her are blurred as my view of...

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Manchester United 1958-3 of 3
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015

I heard Jackie, crying, and when I turned around
I saw the body of Roger Byrne, lay across him on the ground
Jackies arm was bleeding bad, so...

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Rain  diary  -part 1                          By   ...

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China, the rising giant;
China, the ruthless tyrant.
China, proud host of the Olympic Games,
China, notorious records of shame.
China, Olympic torch burning bright;
China, missing flame of human rights.
China, model of reform and openness;
China, cruel crackdowns with patent...

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I try to fight them, those cruel clawing cold hands
 that drag me from the pit, clawing, twisting, crushing me.
 I must find you! I need to hold you, to be held by you!
 So...

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I run through the white
Winter snow
Running from you
You want me to do horrible things
With you
Trudging through snow
Very hard thing to do
You shout out my name
I keep going
A shot is fired
I scream
It hadn't hit me
You call...

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Lickety-split, I sit up and look at the clickety clock,
      oh my gosh, why am I lollygagging in this cozy bed;
I am going to be so late for dance class,...

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There was something spectacular
about a winter, long and hard,
on the Miles River.
Some days will never be the same.

Greying skies, heavy hung
with crystal burdens
of the wind, and air. Twenty above,
after sunset, zero.

And the snow was the...

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1MDB Walking Free

Talk about living charmed lives for some people in positions of power.....
The latest involve news of the latest appointments of certain financial  figures...
News about President elect Donald Trump's handpicking of certain people..
To...

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You can see him now, dirty as a horse
that slipped in the mud, planting petunias
with that infamous shamrock thumb

(Irish from his Pop      Appendage from his Mum)

stopping every now - and...

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Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Sun Of Summer 
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan 
written:  June/2015 



       Winters gone now, and its falling 
snow, and icy crystals, have liquefied...

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Wipe off my tears, the tears of agony and pains
Wipe off my tears, the tears of languish that brought gnashing of teeth’s.
Wipe off my tears, the tears of sorrow that brought lamenting 
Wipe off my...

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Often after the fallen snow is swept, glory
Is found when the treading surface is clear.
A light dusting is a breeze to remove. For heavy slush I trade
My broom for a shovel. It is foolhardy to...

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Season of dream haze and arctic signpost.
Chill and chap brood whose scattered offspring plummet thermal values as welcome mat for “whiskered” chimney guest awash with bounty.
Thief of sun filled days without a twinge but that...

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(French terms to know: arabesque (ar-a-besk) stand on one leg, other leg extended back
with knee straight, arms out; pirouette (peer-oo-et) a full turn of the body on the top of
the toe or the ball of...

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There's a magic in snowflakes, 
yet their majesty is only momentary -

just like you, 
                  just like me...

They...

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I am proud
And feel I am upon a cloud
Because of my womanhood
As I have found you
Who almost always
Makes me feel so good

From your turquoise ocean
I gather my scented conversation
From your blue sea
All my sincerity
From your...

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