Long Sprinted Poems

For ten months now I’ve brooded over coming second place
in the pickle section deeming, it no less than a disgrace.
It was written plain and simple, so there can be no excuse,
that the pickles in this...

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Sic semper evello mortem tyrannis, high bred poiet?s of mine

     ("Thus always I cause the death of tyrants.”)
the purported line Brutus uttered 
after assassinating Julius Caesar.

     Alternatively...

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The half elf watched as Lumi spoke with Chroí; then, in the center of the circle the soil began to move and from it appeared the Garden Elf.  He said nothing, he never spoke....

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“Well, Joulupukki, how do you feel about the conversation we had with Seileach, at evening meal, the other night?”  They had not spoken much for the last few days, Dyndoeth concerned with the safety...

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{"Corrupted abandonment issues
 swathe me as a probable hazard, and I remain far from sane, I coat over my sentiments and violate the evidence so nonentity would find the remnants of my body, 
I am...

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It was not uncommon to discover a missing Brother Legionary
castrated, and decapitated
with a headless eagle carved upon his chest,
don't speak to me of morals and mercy
for I have seen and dealt the damage of rude...

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Booth made famous on April 15th, MDCCCLXV... 
Sic semper tyrannis ad mortem
("Thus always I bring death to tyrants").

Ever since early forerunners 
of twenty first century
mankind (sprinted 
across trackless expanse extant
upon planet Earth), 
modern Homo Sapiens...

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They made a smooth grounding outside of the stable behind Dyndoeth's cottage.  As they did Rådyrvokter heard them and came out of the stable to greet them.
     “It is good...

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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...

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My childhood of the 1960's,
all those years ago,
feels like a Saturday in my
journey nostalgic.
The Cowsill's song "Flower Girl,"
their purity of song, of smiles.
A daydream streams,
of running in a field wearing
my Keds,
a sea of daisies and...

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Still happened again?
Or I'm the one who can't explain?
I've tried baby, can't you see?
Is it true you liked to unite like a bee?
Or you will only love me when you a free?
Don't waste time love...

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I fell backwards
Seeing all in slow
motion
You standing, you
kissing her
So our love has run
its course
This fact sinks in
with a whisper
As you trail back to
me
Not knowing I've
seen
Your stuff is
waiting on the 
pavement when you
get back
All neatly folded
I...

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 In agony in this flame on
"Intriguing drooling’s corpses conveying in hells caverns
Awaiting cooling sprinted saliva
 Make it stop eternity damnation
Bleeding souls gnashing and biting 
Demons engulfing, inviting
Broods of vipers, wrath to come

In agony in...

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II.
In the week that followed that cold, hard scene,
Reno settled in and got down to work,
he did tie up loose ends for the estate,
but mostly in the saloons did lurk.

Listening hard for any rumor,
even if...

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IV.
Their faces looked shocked when they saw the flames,
looking at each other for someone to blame,
then Sol cleared his throat, and they look to him,
their leader stepped out, his eyes cold and dim.

“I didn’t expect...

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Dark night, gloomy clouds
Fears of life-controlling the glow of my face, loud and proud,
I pinch my eyes with each drop of rain,
Touching my face,
like pearls falling on the floor,
Tender and hard, strong and yet vulnerable....

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She sprinted through a rugged woods
Away from free loading fathers and filthy no-goods,
Away from tear soaked teddy bears and lungs filled with smoke.
She found herself unmoving, crying in the arms of a weeping willow oak.

She...

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III.
But I had a much higher purpose now,
damned or not, I would serve the True God,
for thirty years I served with my brothers,
upon a humble path I faithfully trod.

Maybe I wasn’t a miracle worker,
though I...

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It was a long time ago, 
ten thousand years or so, 
when magic and crows, 
held  premium pose 
and place among many untold. 
It mattered not if there was heat or cold, 
all the...

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TYPICAL 30 - The Start of the 2013-2014 NHL Season
30 of them began their battle with hopeful beginnings
But 14 of them will have their early exit...

As for the 16 teams, their Stanley Cup Playoffs dream...

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Pure Fantasy 

Authors disclaimer this is the only poem that eye must disavow all attempts of 
actual emergence no murder will ever be done... 

The Central tower has a clock the people gather in the...

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...Duncan pulled free and sprinted, half-mad,
tears streaming as he made his retreat,
he’d never imagined hell this bad,
and didn’t much care if they were beat.
All he desired was to get clear,
to run himself far away from...

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...He struck with the gunstock, smashed the man’s teeth,
then dropped the weapon and ran hurriedly,
Indians saw him, three of them gave chase,
he dashed for the woods in a deadly race.

Around him the woods were filled...

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Title: Wind on our back

A camp counselor once, I thought I should glide
I ran fifteen miles, at the airport applied
A pilot took me up, above the Pocono grass
But I got airsick when the plane took...

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Their eyes widened, and the group leaned in with curiosity. “What’s in it for us?” one of them asked, lowering his phone and adopting a tone that suggested a wild adventure was imminent, perhaps even...

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