Long Sward Poems

I.
It was in 1554
that young Liesel watched her little nice die,
a fever had swept through Bavaria,
and from her tiny frame all life did fly.

She wasn’t the first, many died that year,
but at the funeral for...

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I wrote the Invisible man poems many years ago. These poems, and I have not submitted them all, was for a little girl who died in a road accident. They are a tribute to her...

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Paul Celan (1920 in Cernauti, Romania  - 1970 in Paris) was a poet and translator. Paul
Antschel was born into a Jewish family in Romania, but as a writer used the pseudonym
"Paul Celan," becoming one...

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Written: February 29, 2024
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In a sprawling sward of auburn swab
A seraphic sight soaked in dew at dawn
dazed distress and dust-laden air
delicacy and...

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Each and every junction of a big city were blooding
Along with the relatives in dirty dark cabins
There was no age limit for the melancholic sobbing
Calling their lost friends, parents and cousins

They had lost  their...

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My poem is patterned after John Crowe Ransom's "Blue Girls." I suppose you could call it a parody. His poem appears below mine.


Styling in your leggings, wildly designed,
Strutting to classes in your modern schools— 
While...

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There is a full moon at your doorstep,
a silver coin placed on your navel rubbing 
its metal which Perches on body of humans,
Clouds walk on the horizon and etch new rivers
 on your body feeding...

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While Up And Adrift In Cloud 9...

Reprieve from damp,
     and rainy, or sultry weather,
     I schlepped a
     light weight Shaker
made folding chair
 ...

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Our religious institutions 
Are now filled with spiritual prostitution
Worshiping dollar bills
Instead of the one whose blood spilled.
Preachers administer biblical laxatives
Making many thin
Where is the Holy Spirit? 
Who is supposed to shine within?
There is Accountability 
And...

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Locked in my cabin I can bare to think
   turn to the rocks and let it smash and sink,
       our voyage's end seems to be on the...

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It is awe, but another day of doing of non pleasure.
For the pleasurable is not of reach.
Yet, it is the unforbidden fruit of my work that yearns to speel out on 
these pages of creation,...

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A cowboy don't need no plushy pew or a rantin' preacher,
Pontificatin' from his pulpit aerie as his spiritual teacher!
He gits his religion from (to him) a more gratifyin' source,
Cherishin' God's Great Creation from the saddle...

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Tranquil day, Spring on the flood, 

birds busy with their careworn caution  

just see how their skills unite to feed 

and stay the course of life as plants

via for so successful photosynthesis 

as we...

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Tranquil day, Spring on the flood, 

birds busy with their careworn caution  

just see how their skills unite to feed 

and stay the course of life as plants

via for so successful photosynthesis 

as we...

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Cassius Crow

Cassius Crow was a big old bird
with shiny feathers, long and black.
his family members, near and dear
jawed at each other - clackity clack.

Cassius' flock nested in a wood
full of pine from old Monterey
and as...

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MARCH
The sun it shone on sky deep blue
today the birds on wing,did sing,
sculptured trees tried on their clothes of green
sprinkles of Spring peeked  through the sward;
The sun awakes early each day
shadows shorten across the...

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Pen is a silent friend

Pen is a silent friend,
Its power is greater than......

The storm and the thunder, the waves of the sea
The weapons of destruction, if you think and see

Pen is the mirror of heart...

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TOUCHED

Leaf-fall and countless specimens litter the grass.
Over my shoulder in her journey earthward
To become part of the pile on the sward
One leaf fell and touched me in her pass.

Elegantly shapely and surprisingly light,
I felt she...

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An Old Warrior

This old man, sward in hand, takes a stand
against the Provincial, the Municipal man.

The power hungry, with all the appropriate tools,
who treats us, his constituents, his voters as fools.

Our voices are stilled, silenced...

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Yes, all told love is always fair, by our very own nature, we are not, but we still can be the very consideration put into this above action?  

Yes, because if this were not...

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Now
I dream
Aimlessly
Always searching
Looking, seeking yet
Never finding
My lost love
Gone long
Ago
Eyes
So deep
So tranquil
Soft and gentle
Yet full of such mirth
And happiness
Joy was found
In her
Eyes
Black
Silken
Flowing hair
Framing a face
Delicate and bright
Those dark tresses
Caressing
Skin so
White
Blood
Red lips
Ruby bright
How I long for
Her passionate...

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Storms came to flood the perversion of careless claims,
The silent witness seated in his chair with bowed head,
Not a word is to be spoken, not an iota of acknowledgement to be offered,
Despise the betrayal, proclaim...

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DREAM  OF  HARMONY  WITH   NATURE


I was four  and green, wet behind the ear,
And legs  damp below  the knees, 
Brushing past  the moist sere,
The  bed ...

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Black gold, velvet beauty rose bud
			
Lost in thy dreams you carry   
 		
Found dying in mourning flood	
	
Glancing upon your last stanza’s guard 	
	
Silent mantra and strips of sward 	
	
Love song breathe sadness, farewells...

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Spring is coming soon  - and thank the Lord!
Resplendent blossoms renovate each tree.
It cannot get here quick enough for me,
Nor does it linger long. The shining sward
Gleams, garlanded with daisies.  Every pond
Is laced...

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