Long Stoves Poems

April 9th, 2024 would be ninety fifth birthday poem for dearly departed papa

The following words crafted soon after the soul of me daddy set adrift into the empyrean realm joining the rank and file of...

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The Cascades congregation came
To an end. Dashing Damian and 
His crew were out of the vicinity.
On their way home. Polly spoke 
"I had me a good time tonight!
Thanks for the invitation."
She said, "I'm hungry." 
Damian...

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My transportive 
awesome Muse
speaks of a hiking trail
for an aging snail.

My communicative
wondrous music
is dancing choreography
for an ageless bee
coming.


I ask if I might speak
with the Editor in Chief
of my town's daily GoodNews Bulletin...

No.
I do not have...

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April 9th, 2023 birthday poem for dearly departed papa

Borne aloft into the netherland
the body bearing thee soul   
of Boyce Brandon Harris
birth name given to my late father
buoyed aloft united with spirit
of mine late...

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Aah Summer time. The house 
Was quiet. Dolly and Molly were 
The only ones awake and already 
Showered and dressed. Dolly said. 
"Woo I am ready for whatever."
Molly agreed saying, "Yeah, 
Sister girl what are...

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April 9th, 2021 birthday poem for dearly departed papa

Elysian fields embraced dada's soul
which rocketed into aerospace
(courtesy General Electric satellite)
just a tad more'n six months ago,
nevertheless melancholy
still plucks mine heart strings.

Mine psyche still situated awry
placid countenance...

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I was one of ten invited
to play an ego-enrichment game,
to experience economies of mutual democratic trust
contrasted with Win/Lose politics
of privileged narcissistic lust.

Why?
I reasonably ask,
when each of these ten invited ego-systems
could be home in front of...

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Another son is dead, until five he lived.
For his long life at Shah-Hamdan he had threads tied
“Shehij ninder yee nai. Gahas Kormakh Khudayas Hawale”, his mother cries.
No news can penetrate across the mountains. Satellites work...

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This poem was inspired by the interviews by Earl K. Pollon and S. S. Matheson conducted with native Sekanni peoples who were negatively effected by the flooding of their communal homelands by the building of...

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Young Raymond worked the bakery
was up 'bout ten to three.
Just eighteen, still in high school he
had dreams of flying free.

He worked as hard as most grown men
then walked to school and slept.
Took all his wages...

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Elysian fields long since embraced dada's soul
which rocketed into aerospace
(courtesy General Electric satellite)
just a tad more'n eighteen plus months ago,
nevertheless melancholy
still plucks mine heart strings.

Mine psyche still situated awry
placid countenance of yours truly doth belie
residual...

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This new age technology
Have me confuse I must confess
Cause while I spending more money
Everything else is getting less

I will give you some example
Hope you don’t get depress
But if I’m telling the truth 
Just answer and...

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On the 100th anniversary (2021) of the introduction of Wonder Bread to the American consumer, I felt it was worth a little tribute piece to my favorite bread. BTW - Wonder Bread was the first...

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Themed based
takes the place
of sponsorship strategies
a consortium of things
that angles on the
possibilities
Wrong choices
selfish motives
and disobedience
are key points to began
instruction
each theme focuses on
person  " Anyone"
who needs instruction
but does know
the right terminology to
illustrate what he or...

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Smoke trickles from red brick stack
Children make ready for slumber
Through the frosty panes of boudoir glass
Eyes amaze at the wonder before
Amber radiant glow of street lamp
Broken by fall of crystalline confetti
Obscuring rays and speckling ground...

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It slips in at night. Stealthy and low at first.
A few flakes pick up speed as the first low howl can be heard.
Wind howls against the house, branches scratching at the window like a cat...

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Imagine a standard barrel of crude oil – 42 gallons.
The barrel unit of measure dates back to 1859
When Pennsylvania oil wells were first drilled
And the wooden ‘tierce’ wine cask
Holding 42 gallons and weighing about 300...

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Summer days

Growing up in Trinidad
We just know one season
That was the raining one
Bet you want to know the reason

In Trinidad the sun’s hot
Through our the year
And you don’t have seasons 
Like it has over here

Trinidad’s...

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Yesterday, I happened upon a quaint, old-time country store.
I felt I was reliving my youth as I trod its squeaky wooden floor!
The sights and smells were familiar when I entered the door.
Memories flooded my soul...

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Silhouettes dance on the grass
Whispery and lissome, 
Haunting the shadows of noon
With reminders of beauty
When we were struggling to write
That phrase, verse, haiku
Lovely words gripping hearts
With faith and hope and love
Kindness breathed on the soul
In...

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Release your look away at the horizon.
And notice the people straining on the stoves.
Arranging the days and the routes.
Bereaved, surrounded by total silence. 
The waves slammed against their feet. 
In front of the smoldering sun, their...

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The man on the porch looks out
over his property and towards his daughter.
Nervousness seeps through her plum-dark flesh.
Each eye contact signposts a wicked meditation.
Women are voiceless in those days, yielding to
males and manipulated Bible verses.
Poverty...

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The man on the porch looks out
over his property and towards his daughter.
Nervousness seeps through her plum-dark flesh.
Each eye contact signposts a wicked meditation.
Women are voiceless in those days, yielding to
males and manipulated Bible verses.
Poverty...

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The Odd Narrative 

Steamed up window my finger I paint a landscape,
 Mountain, forest and a lake; the peak cries into 
             ...

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If  you get up early enough before the sun the stars disappear before the sky 
clouds over
It’s that magic promise time of day when the bakers and milkmen are beginning 
their  routines
Soon the...

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