Long Squirms Poems

DISCLAIMER : THIS IS AN ACCOUNT OF THE MASSACRE 
IN ORADOUR-SUR-GLANE IN FRANCE WHICH TOOK PLACE
ON JUNE 1OTH  1944
TO MY READERS , " SOME LINES IN THIS POEM ARE GRAPHIC , AND
SOME MAY FIND...

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Sacred Time Seminary's Professor of Economics
began her presentation on CoReGenesis Theory
"Even Business as Usual economists
would say that phonographs
and bulldozers
and all technology,
all information systems,
have enriched time,
creating new goods and services
that did not exist in prior times."

On...

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Yolotli, the beauty of Tenochitlan,
She was a tender, loving woman.
Every day she was catered to.
That is, until she was stolen.

Men, Warriors big and strong came from an opposing tribe.
They saw her glamour even from a...

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This is the final CANTO of Hell. I am going to publish the full translation as epub on AMAZON. It was a very hard work to find rhymes in english.

“Vexilla regis prodeunt inferni now
Toward us;...

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Fragrance of Life  ©

Cool rain drums on blistering 
asphalt, the scent streams into 
the nostrils--hot, grassy smell of 
summer, freshly cut-smoky 
cedar lingers on the air 

Fresh popcorn drenched in 
butter, I sit in...

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Help! I can’t find sleep.

 

Tired eyes and aching limbs

A mind that seeks a rest,

It’s time to put my jarmies on

And don’t forget my vest!

 

As I switch off all the plugs

And check around of me,

Curiously I...

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While dining out, in old Chi town
just David and the Mrs Brown
peruse the menu, ask what's special
the waiter says our turkey pretzel

The Mrs makes an awful face
but Mr says he'd love to taste
how could a...

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the sick sun returns to die my stomach stings squirms and burns eternity is calling out a warm meal my jaw tenses up the breath goes into my swollen throat a lady bug crawls on...

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It isn’t the voice of Aristotle, Plato, Shakespeare or Anton Chekhov riding down red square. It isn’t the voice of Adolf Hitler rumbling underground or Dwight D. Eisenhower building construction in the town.

It is not...

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On the high seas the clipper moves yearning with storms force
Parting away the waves splashing magic in lashing waters blue
Medusas token head on the fore beam to forswear deep ill omen  
Seeking to capture...

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One stands utterly still
in darkness only lit
by a full moon obscured by
eerie clouds, drifting 
slowly across the moon’s path.
Nothing moves, not even a 
gentle breeze exists in
this place that has been
painted black.
Sound does not enter...

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There is everything ugly about the little creepy snail
he delivers the slime scraping his foot. Maybe it’s his small,
pea size shrunken brain or those tiny eyes, or the way 
he slinks on his flat foot...

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 Unmeant meanings

	Words keep watch
				
      their eyes in the empty spaces
                   ...

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Squirm the Germ 

Vs.1
There’s a germ, his name is Squirm, he lives inside our head, and when we cough or sneeze or wheeze, he jumps right out instead! So…..
(Point to your head, then use both...

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A little Angel,
Trying to survive, laying in her cradle by the phone.
A little Angel,
Tears pouring out, as she's left in the dark all alone.
A little Angel,
Reaching out, For a Mother she doesn't really know.
A little...

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Parting my curtains that bright sunny morning
I took in the garden, my mood took a hit
My facial twitch surfaced again without warning
My lawn had acquired a nocturnal zit

They don’t stop at one: No, lots more...

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...Now I lay in this casket
The Devil's Easter basket
No skin, flesh or tissue
I entitize in bones
How long have I been here, estimate:
Centries
I can no longer smell the flowers my loved ones left me
Afterlife people can't...

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The day has come, a smiling sun shines through bold bars, across the room to the door, ajar, projecting the bars on the door as if it is definitely and eternally closed to go out...

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To See It With Open Eyes?

What is wrong with everyone?   
Every time I turn around, 
someone is accusing someone else of being a racist.
What is this racist thing?
Is it a disease of some...

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thundrous drums pierce 
the misted murk of ocean's ceiling
my roof shudders - 
veins flush
danger lurks 
trembling aboveness 
expands
flashes fierce -
..
might this day be doomed?
death sentence 
writ in iron
drip
dripping colour
into 
a strange
diluted
drift
cutting
its equine teeth
as they race
the...

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Misplaced peg squirms to fit locales unfamiliar
       Illformed tumbleweed pauses then departs
       Traits assessed on somewhere else's charts
     ...

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The News: Lack of Love

We couldn’t read the news, nor decode a word
Nor the cries and prayers among the relics of hearts
I didn’t understand why freedom couldn’t taste Albanian
I couldn’t believe that we started hurting...

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Obsessed with Words

A poet is a wordsmith shaping lines
like a blacksmith bending metal pieces
into works of art and functional tools.

Poets are blatantly obsessed with words
That are selected, rendered, assembled
into verse, like a composer strings notes
or...

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So many lives ended here
  upon my sturdy seat...
A tale of terror resounds from each
  doomed soul who rest upon me
  Built for a function of destruction...
Upholding Hamarabi's code
  A tool...

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Begin by stripping my skin to the bone
Misfortune is baked in layers
Mania in DNA is more than kin
I trust nurture entwined with nature

Tattered veils obscure perspective's light
Shameful gauzes are undressed
Ran madly half-bare to sis's arms
Suicidal...

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