Long Stella Poems

Being Bob

Bob, is just an ordinary guy in every sense of the word. Five ft eight inches tall, a little on the chubby side and has lost most of his hair. No one pays much...

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A Debate

The Atheist
I see no reason for a god
Indeed for any type of god at all
I look around at all the churchmen
The pompous richly dressed ones
And wonder what their founder would have thought
And then at...

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Note: If you haven’t please check out part one before reading this. 
It will make more sense that way Thanks.


Time moves slower than a rusted windmill on a still day 
as I am unable to...

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Time moves slower than a rusted windmill on a still day 
as I am unable to avert my stare, frozen in this spot,  
captivated by an intoxicating charm smoother than Tennessee whiskey 
that hasn’t...

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Her Life defined by the size
of potatoes in a supermarket trolley.
She opens her battered purse
out of shape from the coppers of life,
viewed with despair from eyes
embedded in the bags of time.

Self-esteem abandoned in discoloured trainers.
Her...

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Hired first as your band's assistant
Adonis with bonus warmest manner
Smile left me gooey, I couldn't resist it
Fluent guitar fingers sparked my enamour

Liasing with music gurus was realms apart
From routine of home, single Mom of two
Denham...

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Stella Williams was eight years old, living with her widowed mother-
Happily, though a bit lonely, like powder blue skies, sans sunset color.

The Williams lived in a rural area, with no child Stella's age, nearby.
A farmer...

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alienated and separated has become society
disenfranchised and distant are now the state of families
all of those systems designed to make us feel connected
have fallen short and now we feel rejected
we're just a bunch of numbers...

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(Note: it is rare that I make drastic changes to anything I write, but a friend made some suggestions about changing my poem DEATH OF MADAMOISELLE duPONT, and I agree with her. Here is the...

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from the logline of the movie
World of Aleins, by Orratto.....
They stand in verse of me: allied by their ego's: repretations and their want
for a new world. A world that they wish me not to be...

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(continueing the Monsieur L'Vampyre adventure)
   THE DEATH OF MADAMOISELLE duPONT
Dear Stella, up the path, into the park,
deep shadows hide the trees along the Seine,
the quiet of the night accents the dark
and you can...

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Stella, you are my sister and my friend, a woman so strong.
You’re friendly, funny and with soul, you sing a song.
A beautiful woman, great mom and loving grandmother;
for my sister, I wouldn’t want any other.
I...

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STELLA DIES
Dear Stella, up the path, into the park,
deep shadows hide the trees along the Seine,
the quiet of the night accents the dark
and you can feel your breathing now and then.

The peaceful gloom, enveloped by...

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It’s funny the different people you meet in life who follow a similar routine…walk with me a moment and I’ll tell you what I mean.

Besides the first birds of the morning and the rabbits and...

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(On the morning of February 25, 1983, the great dramatist 
Tennessee Williams was found dead in a New York hotel suite. 
He had choked on the plastic cap of his eyedrops bottle, which
he habitually held...

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Why are these referred to as Deadly?
They kill the body, crush the spirit,
Alter one's mind, make over your being,
Deal with others inhumanly, defy the law
And the inspired prophetic Word of God!

As long as the earth...

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She wrote a letter 
Which I happily read
In Spring
Summer baked on
Autumn arrived with a chill in the air
Winter followed with snow 
Then the call came
Aunt Stella had passed away
Two months shy of her eighty-seventh birthday
Could...

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Let me……….Let me … Let me in….. Let me in, 
I want you, I miss you…… Mum!
Let me... Let me... Let me... Mum Lead me!
As something inside me is burning,
Let me be, let me! Be...

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An Echo Poem by Lora Colon and Brian Johnston

I Do It For My Heart by Lora Colon

Each morning my heart and I talk, 
It asks me why he went away, 
Like a child that can't...

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Pedal Tones and arpeggios, and registers. 
"the act of separating the Two"
   The Twenty One Day Rule
By Professor Meanus Labyrinth
        "Gabba Gabba Hey" 
 Code name...

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An optimist lives inside me…walks beside me
his glasses are rose colored…his outlook…	a little sun-kissed.
Unfortunately there’s more…for living right next door
inside me…his neighbor…the pessimist.

Whatever my condition…they jockey for position
one's outlook is gloomy…the other’s…is quite glorious
and I...

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Dreamin' with my eyes on these Montana skies
Blue as the plaid in my plum good shirt
I got the mitten by a beauty queen smitten
By a flannel mouthed tenderfoot from the Wyoming dirt

I’m just a waddie...

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Raise the flag and let it fly high
On every mouth of joy they cry
File unto the street with dance of many styles
This is a special day for a mankind

Raise the sword in the air for...

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We are more than we are…
In this pot of soup with Sharon Weimer
And a blessed berry by Karen O’Leary
Not forgetting magical mails of Vince jr. Suzadail 
And the blissful barn of Michael Jordan
-A pot of...

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Came from a very good loving family in a small Kansas town just as World War Two 
was about to break out, it was nineteen thirty nine
As a very small child I remember hearing Walter...

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