Long Stolidly Poems

“Well we shall have to do our best and 'keep on smiling'” said Dumpty to the Owl, who he was worried could possibly get into a' flap' after all it had heard. “Yes it never...

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Treason
How could it be
I have left you and you have left astray
I have wondered
where do I belong
WHere is my song
where is the sonnet which flows freely from my veins
I have wanted
I don't know where it...

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For long, I had enjoyed solving assorted puzzles, and difficult riddles, too,
For they entertain and stimulate an eager mind, as myriad stars often do.

From years of solving, I'd grown adept, as green river, that knows...

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All her belongings fitted into a suitcase and a small carry-on bag.

After 18 years, my helper was going home for good.

During those years, not a dime ever went missing in the various apartments we’ve called...

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The winter of 1621 in Plymouth was harsh as could be,
The Pilgrims were sick and sorry they'd come,
They missed their warm English beds and their tea.
The still ambulatory shivered and shuffled about,
As they grinched, and...

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Cloaking misty hills and many a deep valley floor: 
The empty Moor presents an outlook, stoical and dour.
Seemingly barren, this mute guardian of history,
Emits an air of arcane intrigue and darkest mystery.

Stunted Jack Pines, seen...

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Wrinkles and twinkles and wind colored cheeks
callused old feelings well hidden

Take a ride in Old Vermont across the covered bridges
Wander through the woods of Maine on down east running ridges 
Stop and face the hard...

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Ruffling gold blooms and leaves, hue dimmed by time
A gilded frame holding a slice of life’s history
I’m drawn into the younger man, the vision sublime
Sailing stolidly upstream towards his destiny

A castle in the sky, all...

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Perfidy

A hollow laugh reverberates
Through the empty chambers
Of a lonely heart

Love's labours lost.
Stolen. Thrown away.
The echo continues.....

To penetrate through
To the very soul
And render it bare

Yet still. Yet still
The tears of sadness, joy and fear
Roll down the...

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Was I a bit too real for you
too raw, like meat bleeding on the butcher’s block
too honest like an angel
as I stripped the skin from my flesh
flesh from my bones
put every prickling nerve on display
every...

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The Start

A plain white piece of paper,
was waiting on my desk.
Waiting for me, just me.
Or Waiting for you...
just you?

Who put it there?
Why would they care?
What do they want?
Will it matter?

The reason for the surface,
clean and...

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To some such a thing would seem to be
A waste like sunsets never seen
Whose brilliant splash of corporeal hues
Ignites a moments symmetry
The saffron fires, the sizzled throes
The tinctured celestial overtones
Of all that light in bending...

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He leans upon his crooked staff,
impassive face and yet,
with shoulders hunched and tired still
waits payment of the debt.

He gazes as I check my watch
then wearily turns away,
yet only is my old friend Death
who watches as...

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