Long Stonework Poems

Of a distant land I ponder.
Of a country torn asunder.
Of Zimbabwe ne'er forgotten -
Where the life has turned so rotten.
Ah it tugs my heartstrings so -
This much loved land so full of woe.

In my dreams...

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I was no sooner asleep, via another plain I'd arrived
It was not of this world, was my journey contrived

For I awoke in a place that I had never ever seen
Trying to understand where I am,...

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The cottage has changed
And not only the cottage itself
For buildings exude more than just their fabric
They say something about their owners
About their occupants
About their time

When last I was here
The dwelling communicated a solitary inhabitant
In touch...

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Brings back aromatic, delicious yesterdays.
Our San Francisco les journeees!

Of winding streets and moonlit sweaty-love 
soaked sheets.
North Beach, homemade Italian fresh baked 
bread and cheese.

Our favorite, Osso Bucco, when we were in the 
mood.
In our shining,...

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I looked up at the mountain,
the result - I was in awe!
George, Teddy, Tom, and Abe,
were the faces, that I saw!

Faces carved in granite.
Fourteen years, to get it done!
Over 400 people did the stonework,
completed -...

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DISTURBED MINDS

Pete was a handsome young boy, only fifteen years of age,
Had PSYCHOSIS, his reality severely distorted, a mental disorder,
Felt that his brain was contained in a wrought iron cage, 
Knew that ultimately, his life...

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Spring arrived, ‘Twas the dawn of man
Consciousness exploded with a Big Bang
We foraged inquisitively for berries and nuts
Soon building settlements and primitive huts

A subtle spark conjured otherworldly fire
And with it came a burning desire
Tales of...

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the Bougainvillea creep ...
tip-toe along the rough stonework
little woody tendrils of
life stretching for ... what?
I fear, to prove me not near as
hearty as they …
April's chill weep streaks
the glass doors,  each raindrop
hesitating as it...

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"toity poiple boids,
dehd upahn da coib, 
noh muh chiopin or
boipin, 
or eatin doity
woims..."

I found a dead
sparrow this
morning,
sideways on the
stoop, 
strangely unblooded,
gifted by clever
cats, 
it fed my morning
reverie, 
always heavy on my
shoulders, 
in the early frozen
hours,...

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An ancient castle’s rowdy crowds were thinned
By war and famine. Once its fortress fell
To fire, its people left it to the wind.
In time, the spirit of its aging well

Perceived the surging danger of decay
Which mired...

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NINE ELEVEN

That fateful day when the news came in
Grim indeed, but seemed a world away
The two tall pinnacles of a modern city
It took some time to really feel the pity
All colour disappeared, leaving only grey
And...

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Neon lights outlined stalls
in braids of red and green
in the dim cavernous hall
of the railway station.
Muted drum taps of passing feet
and crisscross talk were pierced
by stabbing announcements
of departing trains.
A stairway tunneled upwards
to the street
where a...

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The Life of a Breakwater
		
			A walk on the sharp shingle led to where
			The dry, smooth surface felt warm to our feet,
			The pale grey stonework embedded in the beach.
			Those steps so broad and long led down...

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Ashes to transcendence mid infested holy waters
naught bearing ascertained compassionate divinity,
mad puppet masters fleecing       wings in lieu of
ceremoniously exorcised influential malignancy
at the right hand of almightily held hallucinations
strapped over...

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The waters crash against the rocks
with the foaming lather running down
upon the stonework so glistening
as if speaking with a frown

There's such force among the ocean
coming in with power fast and free
anything sitting there taken in...

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Paris was built gray, though in summer,
the trees and the umbrellas upload color.
The architecture spills over
into gay shades of silver and pewter.

Edinburgh is gray, gray are the plastic rainhats.
Damp kilts gamely fly a little color.
The...

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The ancient anguish of a hurting heart
Bequeaths no beauteous scene to me today.
It’s just a jagged chasm gashed apart,
A stream with boulders strewn in disarray.
Like rusted leaves that bleakly canvas fall
Or barren trees that bear...

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Collapsing inwards,
Been someone else outwards,
That’s who he desires to be,
Someone he wants others to see,
He’s fame-hunger stricken, 
His coast he intends to widen,
He craves to be the cynosure of all eyes, 
Life out of the...

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