Long Storefront Poems

Daytime sleep apnea takes over during the day as my brain fights to stay awake drifting off into deep sleep rather on a bus school doctors office in public places this disease is very disturbing...

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My roommates Leong, Sophie, (Charles) and I were coming from a Yale sporting event. The sky looked like a dirty Swiffer-mop and the wind seemed to be ignoring the posted 20mph speed limit. It was...

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Severe night terrors after being held 
captive for a week during Christmas 
again my abusive ex brutally attacked 
me every Christmas since that arson 
murder that cold Christmas day 1984 
all the elderly persons perished...

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Walking Meditation
                    by Odin Roark

“And I thought marriage was hard.”

Taking Meditation for a walk
nags me with...

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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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      Then she French kissed LizPiggo and publicly scolded the young Chinese server for not making extra sale? 
The young lady scribbled her phone number on 
napkin and gave it...

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three incisor teeth burst through fresh flesh...
opaque as pearls, strong as love, precious 

beautiful baby babbles assertively
mesmerized by mishmash sounds 
that her astounding mouth can make
prose poetry in its practice

as canines erupt, she moans from...

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Cyril is a squirrel that comes from the Wirral, 
he looks cute and furry but he's gone a bit feral, 
Cyril dislikes foreign squirrels, 
won't hear no ifs or buts, 
he says the tide of...

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Slow, sweet liquor. This is what you are when you move next to me in the middle of the night. 
            
Soft, dazzling starlight...

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If you go downtown early morning
You can see the shopkeepers setting
Old treasures on the sidewalk,
Writing their welcomes with chalk
On little standing blackboards,
Inviting you inside their stores.

Honeysuckle Antiques has its window
Filled with newfound things to show,
Local...

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Thinking myself unborn
                       I can’t help
Wondering what the
     ...

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Mirror, Mirror…
by Odin Roark

Mirror, mirror off the wall,
who’ve you seen the most craven
of them all?

How portable your travels,
from storefront windows,
to dead-quiet water surfaces,
you remain vanity’s evil sister.

We thrust our egos willingly,
even as we treat you...

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Through forded streams, nostalgia seems, to be a sense of Nordic Dreams
The pathways to yesterdays, appear to retreat to ample schemes.
Broken nails and nightingales lighten up your brooks and streams.
Take a lock of broken stock...

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There is abundance in all our lives,
The trick is simply to open our eyes.
For when you open your eyes to what you have,
Instead to what you have not.
You will find that what you have is...

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Papa Babineaux is a licensed chemist with a storefront on St. Ann Street, near the French Market. After breakfast each day he kisses his wife on the cheek, pats his children’s heads affectionately, lights his...

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“Santa Fe”

Santa Fe, Santa Fe, 
Oh Santa Fe,
Take me home to Santa Fe.
Where mountain peaks 
Are bathed in gold.
Where artists and seekers
Come to unfold.

Where natives live in ages past
Stair step terra-cotta 
Rise on desert floors.
Where...

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Oh! The poetry of "The power and Glory"!
I recall chant and call of that Gospel Story,
In storefront churches, all across the land.
Where heat was stirred, but not dispelled
by the waving of little cardboard fans.
As towering...

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we strolled midtown for awhile
hints of sun followed us beneath the 
bavarian alps i was taken by 
the snow capped mountains creating 
a brilliant show of diamond crystals 
calmly reflecting from storefront windows 
holiday displays...

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You and me,
we got a lot of storefront love
Yes, we got pockets full of
coupon passion
Discount tears are so ooh  ooh
out of fashion
‘Cause we got plenty smiles on the shelf,
and even more good kisses on...

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This morning I went walking 
and talking to myself
seeking solitude, peace  
and an inner plenum full of wealth

Leaving the familiar surroundings 
of my own house behind
I managed to set a steady pace 
that helped...

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. for public domain

All Day Tomorrow

( a cast of characters in song )

Homeless Jo and Jane:

We've got all day tomorrow,
to wait by the New Jersey shore,
to beg for a nickel
'cause we're in a pickle.
No end...

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*Image of Mauna Kea Hilo Bay by Big Island Now.

*Hilo Town, Now and Then

Signs of
     Store Closed
          or Out of Business
 ...

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'Tis a parable of inseparable binary's
whose snowprints melted in silent tales.

Their bodies heat 'neath winter coats
that hides their Sunday's best white finaries.

Her pleasant hands sheathed in crispy ivory
that dainty fingers concealed last year's gems.

The storefront...

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Another concrete bomb shelter emerges, taking the shape of a Starbuck coffee palace embedded with the captive lure of free internet service. Like a crouching tiger on the prowl, this behemoth hungrily eyes the empty...

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A Candy Storefront window, a passerby pauses briefly at the array of heart-shaped enwrapped in velvet reds, filled with sweet treats like years before. The same tricks deployed as the byway take point passing a...

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