Long Sulk Poems

Agony be to society's demise
Labels are for fools, not for the wise
Play the familiar tune of in-unison serenity 
Fatality won't come any time soon, thankfully...

Homeless people were on the news not to long ago...I weep...

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With these lines I’ll relate an intriguing tale of dubious accuracy
For I Hope to unveil sordid affairs of more than one conspiracy!
Be warned, that though you might be disturbed by the facts I relate?
They are...

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Your life is a sandwich with many layers
Your knife slaughtered me as you bewitch my mind with thought-slayers
Coming undone by this bleeding hate-love relationship 
You tease me with insults that make me wanna cry, but...

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My penchant for writing was showing
The comments I received were ‘glowing’
But at the end of the day
I get another N/A
My success in contests is slowing!

WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON ON 1st September 2016

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO...

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In the fry oil of your frustration,
You've turned into someone stranger than fiction, by your callous action 
A heartless love affair had it your way and I was having a good day
Until you and I...

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Courtesy severely receding hair line..., 
yours truly enveloped within morose mood

I (Samson incarnate) 
frankly experience zapped strength,
hence sulk and pine for salad days of youth
when abundant golden locks adorned me noggin.

Now in doddering dotage scant wisps...

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To The Heart Of Viking Legends And Thor's Great Oath,
Part One, (In tribute to, the poem, "The Old Gods",
by Calvin Dill Wilson)


When the Olden Gods cast mortals aside
such was hopeless and part of divine Fate
Now...

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Well, this is the difficult life I've chosen
I've been holding on to this heart that's frozen
I tried to fight away the tears from my eyes
You have made your wave of goodbyes

I've been alone for a...

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We own it and owe to it

I know what love is, adore silence’s gold 
Content and at peace, no grudges to hold. 
It gets better and simple at this stage -
I love my age!
 
I can...

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Suzanne realized as quickly as she focused her bottled up angst upon this young woman that it
Was misplaced.Standing behind her son with hands on his square little shoulders Francis eyed her in concern.

How can I...

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Primose path leads to the slaughter of American
dream delete pause proficiency with internetty
webbegone after thoughts of yahoo googleyed 
interred intricacies that shed benign capsules of
 mom entary apple pie delquiences cooling 
the soul shopping for...

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The interrogation threatens to shudder like an earthquake
A long index of accusations spread out among the atmosphere like a blazing forest fire
Satisfaction, the officer and venomous umbrage, the criminal
Self-appreciation, the quiescent defense attorney with no...

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What if I never get better 
What if years pass and I’ll still find myself favoring solitude with no desire to form new relationships 
I’ll long for love but never allow myself a chance out...

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T0 Spencer Snyder, age 80

		Curtain Call    
He signed you for a starring role, with no time to rehearse,
None had played the part before, so no-one better or worse,
Been a long run and...

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"Sailing On"
To live is to die but not before the ocean explored
We are the captains of our own lives, set sail young ones to the great beyond
Do not cast anchors in that which you know...

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...Gutshot snarled at Sid’s strange reaction.
“I don’t care if a century’s gone by.
You murdered my brother, and I made a vow,
to take vengeance for Paul before I die.”

Sid just shrugged back at the bandit’s cruel...

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The beauty of the night and the sorrow that’s weeps across my face, Secret 
desires wiles and sleep in the softness of morning. But when my heart creeps 
to see the night when all my...

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Because you’re a poet, that’s why 


Behind the thick crimson and gold thread curtains
he stands listening to the din of the audience
searching their seats for popcorn crumbs
while roaming hands brush against the legs
of those sitting...

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Thoughts scurrying in my head 
like underground commuters - 
pushing, bustling, focused only 
upon themselves with no care for 
others - reaching for the last 
remaining hang strap or seat. 

Words tousling for attention; 
some...

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You sit and sulk,
Knowing each humman to run the other way,
Feeling you near and being afraid.

Fear not dear spirit,
Though they dont see you,
I see you.
They call you wicked,
I call you friend.

For you talk to me,
You...

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April 5 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 26-29

Key Verse – 2Chronicles 26:5 And he sought God in the days of Zechariah, who had understanding in the visions of God: and as long as he sought...

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Two renaissance artists . . .

Leonardo Da Vinci created enduring works during his lifetime,
too many to list but perhaps the most well known is the Mona Lisa.
Born April 15, 1452 and died May 2, 1519...

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Babe, I tried to make me clearer
That very day, but you wouldn’t listen
Instead kept deaf ears to reasons
And rather looked the other way in dead silence –
Stiffnecked like lifeless mgbada.

Uloma, I have severally searched my...

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Through the eyes of a homeless man..
Walk the streets by day..
Walk the streets by night..
At sunrise early in the morning..
Sunbeams glow so brilliantly across the blue sky..

People sleeping peacefully..
In much comfort..
At home..

No longer do I...

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Medicine Quest 

You may sulk or you may heal;
It is the same amount of energies still.
You may concentrate on who did you wrong;
Same old dance, same old song.

You may lay awake at night;
Pondering about who...

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