Long Sough Poems

(Heavy, dramatic organ intro with a choir hum)


(Verse 1)
Heaven hates, oh Heaven hates,
The darkness creeping through the gates,
Heaven hates, oh Heaven hates,
The wicked whispers and their fates.


They come around just after eight,
With hungry eyes and...

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with a cat lying on my lap
a sough whispers in the trees 
as a summer day begins fading
the tiger lilies below bend as if trumpeting
a musical for ears yet to come into existence
evaporating the din...

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The Development of
Doctor Wolfgang Sinister
Story by Stem and Kirch Fortissimo
Ensembles of the
Powerful Sounds of Musicians
(Masters of there Crafts)

Professors Pernis Ptilorhynchus and Professor Falco Apivorus
Formed the "Minion" a Non for profit charity for
the interest of Honey...

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Night Fantasies - As moonlight blankets us in passion 

Crystallized moon beams
Fractured light of endless desire
Shimmer around you as our eyes meet
Beneath a canopy of hazy luminance
Pearl buttons glisten as fingers touch
Your smile grants permission...

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The calling gull leaves her nest
her wild magic cleaves the nimbus.
An avian aerialist suspended aloft 
she sails on tapered ribbons of cirrus silk,
ruffled sea breeze ironed ‘neath her lustrous wings.

A wind witch, she defies and...

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Around the Hills of Malvern now..Desecration takes place.'
Let me inform all how.' Where Elgars body has rested long
And Tolkien and Lewis did ramble in song.'  all of these
Three historical giants, drew breath and inspiration...

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The song says April love is for the very young
Like the song nightingale would have sung
But there is something darker about this month that makes spirit high strung
Something that feels like hand by scorpion stung

The...

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Continued from Part 1

The City’s blur? A sepulcher for Christians, Muslims, Jews –
Cathedrals, Temples, vacant now, enshrine their residues,
for churches, mosques and synagogues abide without a bruise.

No cantillation, belfry bells, monastic chants inspire
and Minarets, though...

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I wonder how it whips the zephyrs that flee
In a churlish yet blissful den
Throttling though the gushing of glee
And seized a million mirth like a wee ben?

I wonder how the flowers bloom
In a precise moment...

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Winter Wildflower

A billion snowflakes do collect upon a wasteland of neglect
The sky frigid no sun to reflect appears a dot lonely specked
A tear does fall melting snow as the speck staggers to grow
A wildflower starts...

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Six steeple towers, cold as steel, drab daggers in the sky!	
Their hallowed halls no longer call when breezes wander by –
for, filled with dread to wake the dead, they've ceased to sough or sigh.

Coiled candle...

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Verum Genus Amoris




                               With Love...

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I’m sure that you remember the Bible story
Of Joseph… Who lost his “honor and glory.”

This one, who was betrayed by his brothers.
And be tempted into the arms of another…

Having been thrown into prison, and “cast...

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Thunder storms raged forth in grandeur and the rain fell splashing in torrents,
The brook water levels rose and burst their banks flooding walk ways and paths,
Drains around buildings became blocked with shifting gravel, paper and...

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Earth was peaceful 
In the time of remembering 
Where the pasture looks so flourish 
Childreen roam around the green-field 
And they Cheers in an urban glory 
Every where looks so beautiful in winter 
Pitter-patter falls...

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the cynosure of the crystal night sky,
convergent to your unrivaled beauty
from far on the ground
the beauty I cannot count

I to me- a fresh skeleton of hackneyed ashes
barren field of all love,
grey yard of the cut...

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within eyes
blind I’m,
within tears
cannot shed a drop!

O’ thy all
invisible to visibility,
but after a while
stay all as a souvenir of relic

world's life lives in infinity, 
decaying with rebirthing

but you and my love is eternal, 
sometimes fraction...

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She hears herself
in the distance
confess to undying love.
So out of touch
with loyal love to self.

The unholy ghost of him
demystified in mid-urn.
He is neither near, nor far.
No grave in which to turn
in rage, even if he...

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Angel In A Jar


I caught an Angel from the morning sun, in a jar her wings undone
A blissful beauty a spinning spun, I will keep her with rejoice and run
I look in the jovial jar;...

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By the time the sun's faded o’er the prairie
well I’m just about as tired as tired can be
My horse has been fed and all the tack is clean
after a biscuit and a few campfire beans

I...

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which nights of lovers are we?
that these days are
 restorations of days past
then we relate as people to be lovers
to be loved and in love that
we might see nights where we
 create the necessities of...

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Since my muse left me, I wonder how 
Was a young crow born with a weird sough
Or maybe it’s fear that causes this outcry
Such unusual tones, I give a melancholy sigh 

The dove's soft coo,...

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little
             snake
    …sough to give hugs…
but no one would accept:
          although
...

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BEFORE HE DID ANYTHING
THEY FOUND WORDS TO
 DESCRIBE HIM
BEFORE HE SOUGH LOVE
THEY SAID WHY HE AS A MAN
WASN'T MAN ENOUGH
FOR THOSE HE WISHED TO BE WITH
BY THE TIME THEY WISHED TO
 ADJUST THEY SAW NEITHER
HIM...

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From beneath a veil,
A shroud itself hidden,
Anonymity It's masquerade.
Tired secrets languish,
Benighted by nature,
Emerald, to pale green and white, from jade.
A sough in the head,
Of their tepid maker,
Whispers nothing, wholly unaware.
Crafty camouflage,
For the crafter of secrets,
Who...

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