Long Swerves Poems

They crept upon our shores eating away the inner core
They crept upon our shore knocking on our barricade doors
Tall stout men with peevish eyes and strange looks on their white faces
Invade our quarters looking for...

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WHEN I GOT STABBED

The blade went through my flesh like a knife through melting butter.
Thoughts ran through my head as I bled out, like no more will I see my mother
Anger and rage streamed through...

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Granny Mae was a sweet old soul, but Granddad - not so much.  His all time favorite things were downin’ flies by spittin’ chew...
Droppin’ lines - illegally - from bridges...snaggin’ cats...an’ brewin’ Buckeye County’s...

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Further qualities of the King* the THIRUK-KURAL lauds: IRAMAADTCHI - Canto 39, K381 and K382

[*modern-day "kings": presidents, prime and chief ministers, governors, dictators and the like; K381 & K382 have already been posted.]

K383: thuungkaamai kalvi...

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Author’s note: The following is in haibun form—poetic prose (microfiction with less than 200 words in this case) coupled with a haiku. It was written in response to a writing prompt to (re)tell a Christmas...

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The first drop,
and each one after,
merge in a cluster of blissful storms 
Flourescent 
dreams lie in wait
for every rising degree of fervour

Scattered
sunshine ceases to blind compelling faith 
Smiles prosper like figs
And the unremitting truth is
rooted...

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Daylight swerves around the road
Shouting from corner to corner
Morning comes alive 
The traffic starts rolling
And people start flowing
I walk briskly up the road
And walk along Market Street
The layover vendors are just waking up
And some of...

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When "The lightening Strikes",and we hear a "Powerful Thunder","Our minds and hearts envision,and think of all the "Great Songs"sung by "The Creative Artist"named "Stevie Wonder! I hear the "Thunder": I hear the "Thunder"! Is that...

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Four scores and seventy 
ingrained in blood stained garments
ancestors still rumbling in their graves
impatient souls lamenting their years 
pages kept turning
pens are writing
and the story is unfolding

Dead trees hang over broken walls
threadbare buildings stand solemnly
in...

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It’s midnight on June 24th. We’re returning from a “Hot Wax” concert - they were wretched. We’re heading back to Paris tomorrow, so we decided to just stop at the (Kube Hotel) lounge for nightcaps....

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"Complex Of Swerves"

When one has a tender heart
And a heart real and true,
Being among fake, callous hearts,
Is a difficult thing to do.

When one has a giving heart
And so, gives generously,
Being among the predators,
Is a dangerous...

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I have the biggest and the best, it flies the highest in the world
I have the rope anchored by concrete and round a spindle it’s curled.
I let go the brake it shoots high up in...

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Journey Journal Page
JUST WHERE?
By Leon Enriquez


Words in stern cryptic code
Rouse odd map of strange mode
Ink piques dense mother lode


Taste deep allusions here
Ere exile feel endears
Reap sad touch that chokes cheer


Feel the sure glimpse sans time
Opt...

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I used to fancy that I was punctual. 
But on two occasions, I happened 
To be late—to my lectures.
I was a latecomer, in other words.
I promptly granted the organizers and the audience
The liberty to call...

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Like water, we are consistently in portability. 
We've generally been headed for our fate to fulfill 
Achieving understanding, information, and empathy 
At the point when we recover our habit of life-thrill. ?

After a phony gloat,...

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Cautiously Caught My Eye

This saying cautiously caught my eye;
Should never let a poor dead horse lie
Not a sound,
Made around;
Go ahead and bury him and then cry.

Jim Horn

By Big Wings

By big wings we were forced to...

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Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story,
Five Years spent with a love and all its blissful glory,
Imagine summer nights making love beneath the stars,
Then imagine one day all your joy becoming painful...

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Standing tall I see myself going back to the beginning
Knowing that the end of something is a helper to show us
The value of our own potential so this is my killshot!
There are some things we...

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Up the hill to my home,
Amongst white pillars,
Gardens with fountains and
Green, green, green,
Sits my house.
Brown, because the paint chipped,
With front steps missing and
Worn shoes by the door.
Passerby’s  remark at the yellow of our grass,
Shudder...

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A painter once waited day and night, for a beauty to arrive at his door
Day after day when she did not arrive, he figured he'd wait one more
Soon he grew weary, hopeless, and a little...

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I hate wet socks.
I'm knee-deep with diapers floating by.
The steel stairs steps (that go up!) 
Just 10 feet from me.
Seawater pouring in from every orifice.
I'd be dead already if I had not bribed the head...

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oh wow sir george claremdon on a horse. trit trot.

A ninety nine nonsensical length of a trumpet voicing face facing west and east is a coastal cavity of dimensional spaces. It appears that even if...

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In case you haven't noticed I'm a poet verbal usage explosive,
Wrote it to show I'm potent while showing I'm still unfolding,
With words I manage verbs the action within observed,
Then swerves I'm pitching curves a gentleman...

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an asylum of hope
where liberation reigns
yet solitude operates
flashing bright lights dictate
serenity caresses designing the scenario with assorted templates
footprints of echoing shadows flicker
the rushing wind swerves, magnifies and flutters
imaginations surge, growing wild and deeper
reality spins turning...

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I’m thankful that I’m a woman
With the power to beguile
With charm at my fingertips
And bewitchment in my smile

I’m proud to be a woman
Of genders the fairer one
With a silken soft beauty
And aura to match the...

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