Long Splotched Poems

Tasting Africa (One L****ick at a Time) Part 2
(Though the title's a joke, my limericks are not!)

5. Yet Another World Wonder
Feel like now I am older I need to admit
A Safari to Africa costs quite...

Read More

At last I was a fruitful writer, and my new novel was selling well,
Like the stars of a moonlit evening, putting lovers under a spell.

I had ever loved self expression, the power and beauty of...

Read More

Courtesy severely receding hair line..., 
yours truly enveloped within morose mood

I (Samson incarnate) 
frankly experience zapped strength,
hence sulk and pine for salad days of youth
when abundant golden locks adorned me noggin.

Now in doddering dotage scant wisps...

Read More

there was a girl,
a natural artist.
she painted her artwork everywhere she went.
she painted her lonely walls, she painted her skies.

she painted for everyone, they cherished her artwork,
but no attention was ever paid to the girl.
everyone...

Read More

I'm not a man's man, man
I'm just what's left in the garbage can
Mixed in with all the rubbish
of some yuppie's leftover dinner
And oh boy he's quite the sinner
With that Donald Trump smile
Don't mind me, I...

Read More

Ayla at Two

With a fistful of raisins and
Chocolate-flavored goatee,
Your favorite Dora tee shirt
Splotched red from your spaghetti lunch,
We sit on the floor together as
You climb on up for a quick fix of Mommy,
A moment of...

Read More

november’s storms keep my travels safe indoors 
the wind and snow prosper 
the tumult is a sad caricature of change
gusts play tag with ill-prepared complaining cars
pedestrians believe that even three legs aren’t enough
birds clench the...

Read More

She sits perched, like a gorgeous gargoyle, upon the boulder
splotched with spots of mint chocolate ice cream moss - the wind tasting
her lovely locks as if it were spicy cinnamon straight off the tree.
It excites...

Read More

If I were to tell you
Of a Saturday in May,
Of lying in bed as the sun came up
And brightened the room;

If I were to tell you
Of the fluttering curtains,
Of the cool air flooding in
And how...

Read More

The sands of the tumultuous rain drops,
Graced my eyes to the brim with tears, 
Splotched memories behind my eye lids,
Like a finger print you stuck on my mind, 

I found love in the poison even...

Read More

Behind my desk of daily duties I hide obliged,
blind in perceived intent in days debilitating me,
grinding relentless against my need to find meaning…
my bleeding mind leaning against my breaching heart,
preaching intent I cannot grasp.
I gasp...

Read More

ink scratches on paper

	tears smudge the words

		scribbles and nibbles

			for wisdom and love


meanings flow in and out

	of consciousness and thought

		emote passion and wonderment

			a path of no return as it stands


as poets we don’t go but flow

	with...

Read More

Somewhere in sand 'n stone,
This beach lays open 'n wide 'n cold.
Not from the standpoint of emptiness found in it's ocean,
But in the form of purified space and beauty's isolation.

Footsteps patter amongst outskirts but never...

Read More

Ink dashed,paint splashed,
gaush splotched 
smeared and painted stained glass
fissured into irredescent shards reflecting clash
with bright technicolor light,its bright center
an unfertilized egg,overwhelmed by splintered
cells,chosen sperm that will grow and never tell
of wading plasma,mired in cigarrette miasma

Halogen...

Read More

Poets stumble over half written sonnets
find themselves trapped in dark poetic throes
Not for the lack of interest, but they often wilt
as petals wither on the stem of a plucked rose

Their Haiku go on hiatus; lingering...

Read More

Once, when no star shined
on slick, black, asphalt roads,
the murky wetness of November's 
watered nights a freedom-feeling 
and strangeness-sense inspired.

The moisture lubricated
sluggish mental cogs that
all the dirty, dry, autumnal 
season rusted tight and atrophied.
Wildness no...

Read More

Down the pine-studded mountain and towards the sea
Me, mounted on a rickety, swaying, desperately-desiring bus,
Floorboard splotched with rusted holes revealing
tires
Below my feet 
and salted sea wind soon
Breathing down my neck.

The Luzon day stretched before me,...

Read More

TOMATO CHASE

Now....
Out of season
They're reddish
Uniform in size & shape
Firm
And flavorless

In season
They're RED
All sizes and shapes
Firm, soft, some just right
And flavorful

Yesteryears
They were magic
Like the transformation of a caterpiller
The little yellow flower
Gives way to the tiny green...

Read More

One lone tree standing sentinel over the grassy field; patches of weeds stealing ground 
with dandelions intermingled, their bright, cheery color lessening their thievery. The 
splotched, motley colors of leather-skin disguises the barren ground where...

Read More

A small advance party scouted the valley high,
The rest,
In a ba,
Massed on the ocean nigh,
Not towering creatures with spindly hairs,
Nor mountains of bellows with rumbles of bears,
But endless splotched
Like cotton from cats,
Plumps and hunky
Like so...

Read More

Fourteen



At fourteen,
Lost in the woods
Squatting to pee, it
Runs down my leg
    hot and itchy

No one knows where I 
   am, or was
My face splotched
   and pimply
Always embarrassed

No kissing...

Read More

My night palace is a dark abode,
a mortal passage to salvation.
I play the day just as I'm told,
until night's invitation.

Paternal guidance at night sublime,
dead days are simply props.
But night brings life into it's time,
mine starts...

Read More