Long Store bought Poems

Average affluent Almost Afternoon 
11:30 morning time.  Damian was
Still asleep as were DJ and 
Amadeus. Molly and Dolly were 
In the kitchen planning Barrington 
And Godfrey's birthday party.
"Come sis are we baking this cake...

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Betsy is “just a cow” most would say. She’s dark rust, almost auburn in color, with large white patches all over her body and especially on her rather long, nosey face. She has deep, soft...

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It's styles of a nameless brand pristine day
an exclusive star-sheathed shadow after 
overwhelming luminous glare fainted
a somewhat true-to-life footpath in
a back of structured quaintness

Encountering myself at a passionate spring
oozing its life gliding o'er its rocky...

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"The Forgotten Legion of Rose Thorns"



Reversing roll calls
the Anti-Hero 
jumps through 
burning hoops
instinctively

bathed in the magnum glow
designed to fire cartridges
with a kick like a field gun
a bloody victory 
is eventually won

lacking conventionality
novel and picaresque
placing bad...

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Kitchen counters alive; the vivid colors of red, green, purple and yellow glass jars. Your garden flourished.
.
Pickled beets mingle boiled eggs; a pretty periwinkle purple.
.
Yellow and purple tinted fingers; dandelions and elderberries distilling; musty aroma...

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those early attempts at a Mexican food
no store bought cardboard taco shells
she had to prepare her own
the appearance of the tortilla press
the arrival of the tortilla holder
became a beginning to a menagerie of new tools...

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"Exegesis"



At 7 he was 
thrown to the wolves

Bede marked his territory
hidden secrets 
kept in the abbey

he escaped
went to war
where the unwanted trod

First regiment,
Vietnam
he took with him
like a comfort blanket
his Nicene creed and God

and on returning...

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Every summer Mother’s folks would take us to their cabin. ‘Twas neither big nor fancy. Had no furnace. No TV! 
The cistern pump beside the sink was all there was for plumbing. So primitive…and yet...

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When Dragon communed with nature, all the pigeons came home with him.
And from our daily feeding of wild birdseed, they decided to take their fill.
Unfortunately, they did discover, they liked it, a little bit, way...

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Memories of My Parents

Memories of my father
Bring forth the autumn walks.
Shades of nature on the crunchy leaves
At the man-made lake down the hill
From the little white house
With the green picket fence,
Which our large family lived...

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Our mother was the prettiest mom in the room. Creative, multi-talented, always doing much more than what was average. We never had a store bought dress and ours were gorgeous with ribbons, lace, and rickrack....

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whast dos' he sing of me
that he samples this as 
love
that they might stop
 to write
and sing this as love
must samples be tasted
and talked about
to create words
to speak
lesser of
what circumstance
I stand to thee
and sing


1/4 cup...

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My eyes grow weary with the days.
Ebbed of youthful looks, I dare not despair.
    I live my life alone now, surrounded by the loneliness.
      Time was all...

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This is a tale of love so rare the kind both lost and found,
A story too big to keep inside or even on the ground.

As I traveled the road on my way to work one...

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I. The ground fog that rises from dappled fields
Full of the scent of the earth and all living things,
Musky like dirt and fragrant like flowers,
Floating like wedding sheets,
Layers of microbes and dust, pollution too
Reflecting sun’s...

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evening mist curls
slowly up the rugged path
pondering life journey

The old man sat quietly. He was pensively weighing his actions and the balance of right and wrong in his life.  Finally realizing there were better...

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I think it was Aristotle who said reality= mass +stuff 
One of my favorite lines from one of brightest of anytime 
See I believe there are all these little formalities in realities 
That makes life...

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The old man sat quietly. He was pensively weighing his actions and the balance of right and wrong in his life.  Finally realizing there were better things to do he simply told God he...

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we met at a dance from the back of the auditorium alone you were there
caressed your hand with my glove as a maiden flower that you were
crisp clear day until the rain came then she...

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Don't say you love me with a rose, your generic  lines of poetry reading off like a gift card from the dollar store, your hurried scrambled lines of apology jotted down with a dying...

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She met him at the door and closed the screen.
“Marie is sleeping in the den,” she said.
“She spoke to me today, and smiled a bit.”
          He...

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I deeply loved, my granny New,
The first to show me, she loved me too,
I remember in, my childhood days,
Together we had, very special ways,
To pass the hot, hot summer days.

We would go swimming,
In big Piney...

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"We are the wandering wonders forever readying ourselves until our next show and we will be even more spectacular than any of our previous performances where we shall not only marvel at ourselves, but we...

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The Colours of Happy

I am the painter of happy
Traveling along life's dark streets
listening for the beat
Feeling hidden colors with my feet

I see the beauty 
beyond the dark
I'm floating within this concrete park
leaving my mark
Playing tag...

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It does my heart good thinking of childhood memories
When the only thing that was important were families.
Friends made at a young age have now become old friends.
But the family bonds that were made will never...

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