Long Standing(a) Poems

The doors still creaked as they did before, age emanating from the very core;
The walls, ceiling, his arms and legs, even the floor, worn smooth and warped
From the years of trodden feet.
The smells bring back...

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I ripped the curtain from the window to have a good view of what was transpiring outside, someone must have fallen from the roof top and lay dead on the road side, a little crowd...

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Trekking The Unwary 

The beauty of this day, or is it the night
Cynical her way,  Alaskans weathers her blight
The touch of her nature, the chills from her bite
Broken mobile, lost alone, this plane of...

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An unfinished afternoon lies strewn across my desk
   Along with an uneaten breakfast neglected by my left
While I tap-tap-tap my fingers absent-mindedly on the table-top
   As I impatiently await for the...

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In an era long since passed, an Oriental carpet adorning the 
floor from far off lands seems to object to the
leopard skin beneath a fair maiden’s feet, yet this English lass 
seems oblivious as she...

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The man stumbled on, wanting to get as far away as possible
the sights he had seen and lived through too terrible to contemplate.
How could another human deliberately inflict such awful things on another.
He could see...

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She lays you down in bed
As you start to fall asleep
She stares at your face
While you start to dream
She rubs your head
In the motion of a stream,
As you finally dose
She looks at your eyes
You are...

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Ages there are in which the ration'l man 
And th'intuitive stand side by side, the one 

In fear of intuition, or scorn for abstraction; 
Irrational one, the other inartistic. 

They both desire to rule over...

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...With that he kicked his horse in the flanks
and charged towards Thompson and the men,
not expecting it, two of them went down
before they realized he was no longer Friend.

Now it was just Thompson and Stomping...

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the skelton of the watch
a vigil for the passing dead
things left unfed 
wraiths wander on 
watching wanting waiting 
guiding the blind in to the light
the instruments of time to mark mortality
counting the seconds, minutes, hours...

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I awake to the spirits saying that I’m foolish for what I’ve done
I look up and falling from the sky is my great grandfather’s gun
They tell me to pick it up and end both of...

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Last Sunday I spoke to my best friend ,
after many years I felt as if I didn’t know her at all.
She was bragging about her pretentious innocence and compassion while telling me how she celebrated...

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I was sitting Thanksgiving day, with my belly overlapping
Cousin Dave was watching football, while Grandpa was a napping.
The kids were outside playing, trying to be good
Uncle Pete was moaning to himself, "Why did I eat...

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There was a cheap bar in New York's skid row
Almost, you were shining there like a rain bow.
People were dancing and sleeping together 
Although they know it can't be lasted for ever.
It was you who...

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The undulating pine trees
try not to weep as they really should;
they hold the tiny, slowly falling raindrops,
sensing the mortality that turns him cold
without a sob, without tears,
and standing a few steps
from his dug up grave:
he...

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…on an Amtrak train.  
Business-class from DC to Trenton. 
It's the work rush.

There is a white man.  
Dark eyes. 
Gray temples…
Southern.  

Loud.  

Acting important. Unimportant.

Let's call him John.  

...5 rows...

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Chasing The American Dream Part 2

When one is young and restless, seeking success and satisfaction for the future..
Some have burning drive to transverse land and oceans to achieve their hearts' desires ..

From Bolehland to the...

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Looking forward to the holiday of a lifetime,
Destination never before ever undertaken, 
A very scary journey for me, I can only imagine being,
As a first time traveler across the world,
From my cold homeland of England,
To...

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Written: August 29, 2023
Voice Poetry Contest                             ...

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What is it to be a Tree?
Do trees ever mind being so close ...so intertwined ?
Do they ever long for space as I do? 
Do they prefer to be so meshed…branches touching branches
 all the...

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Next to you there's a girl
Sitting way too close but with some kind of distance between you
That only I can see
Your half-hearted smile seems aware of
How ironic this scene is
And her hand on her knees...

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I used to live in France, near the Champagne region.
My favorite Notre Dame cathedral is not the one in Paris;
Rather it is Notre Dame de Rheims.

After many battles, Jeanne D'Arc helped the Dauphin Charles
Be crowned...

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Something about her heart, beating;
Something in her soul, intriguing;
The God in her, in her is God;
I standing a firm foundation
Hallelujah

Something in her smile Jesus;
Her voice so wonderful Jesus;
She walks with head held high;
Praising the All...

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Was the eye brow cut not a dream? 
Was the cream not dangerous when it comes in your eye or touches on your face? 
Wasn't I doing it anyway? 
Hair color change I wanted to...

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As i Knew
The butterfly flew
Someone or something is new
On one's eye view

As the shimmering Light
On the darkest night
If you might
Nothing in sight

As even if you are
Sit as Tsar
Twinkling like a star
Waiting By the car

Aren't making...

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