Long Taper Poems

The pencil now resting the image was 'testing' for the creature before him, (his badly-drawn drawin') had come out 'not right' somewhat twisted and tight.

The picture in question, it burst with suggestion, for lines that...

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Suddenly, two Indian boys throw themselves into the water like meteors
swiming towards camp chatty as prarie dogs,
they hail from a Teton encampment of 74 lodges a few miles up river
most of the men are feeling...

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Dark, the night morphs slowly toward dawn.
In its last vestige, the moment in which night becomes morning,
he speaks to me.
I refer to him as "he" only to supplicate my own delusional need
to believe that a...

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The bones of winter cracked the ice black, coal black night.
A hoary wind spits frost crystals that dazzle and blur the sight.
Boney fingers of bare deciduous wood, scratch against the eaves
as the stranger's tread crackles...

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When your idols are fragile
Is it any wonder kids lack style
Perhaps if we walked a mile
In the shoes of the soldier we'd attain guile

Look at the newspaper
The government is a caper
And everything will taper
Due to...

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When empty bubbles of stillness brimmed the place
Upon an emerald carpet of meads, she genuflected with gathered grace
Of languished bones and reverence plucked from nunhood hearts.
Mighty potentate dear, the wonted beseeching starts. 

Oh! May the...

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Navigating the immense void of night
The right ascension to a winter’s sky;
Coincides with the height from which I stood 
Stars, interlinking crescendo’s so freely,
Imitate the centuries, as I presumed as much.

At least with one tuned...

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When I gaze far off into the night sky
The chaos is not pleasing to the eye.
Seems there was never an overall plan
When the beginning of time began.

I don’t mean to sound so high and mighty
But...

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When I was little my mother and father took me to my grandparents place
The reason was they had school and work so they dropped me off and took haste
My grandmother who was always writing had...

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Cassius Clay


A heavy Weight Champion
  Who punched his way
    Through barriers of colour
      With blows of a kind Heart...
	
He floated like a Butterfly
   Yet,...

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Here I am,


In the first fling of youth-

In what sterile field did I find this anti-fecund missive?

This stretching of a hand, drenched in rubbery black; accompanied by a smell; a sewing, cloying end-platform.

If I lean...

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Life is much bigger than I imagined it could be,
There is more beyond the horizon of Hope through my Faith.
I am Uniquely made as seen by the different shades of me 
With the out -bursting...

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So your youth has long gone and you’re feeling your age
And you squint at the print on the optician’s page
Hallway mirrors are banned cos you know they tell lies
And there isn’t a laptop that comes...

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John Weaver 2000 (Emily has cerebral palsy)

Her room is not the sort of room you’d quite expect to find
For a little girl whose love of life is clear
No toys or games or bats or balls,...

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He slinks to his place under the tree,
carrying his bag of art that swings
against his slender legs, and
he sits on a leaf-littered patch of grass
that’s surely brown beneath the
dull oranges and yellows of the leaves.

And...

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Is life itself merely a matter of perspective?
Does cogitation dwarf the poet's reflexive?
If only my words could spread across the paper.
Build a punter world faded from a barren taper.

Has tied together details with his utterance.
This...

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Christmas has always held a special place in my being
I used to read my books snuggled between the hearth and tree
There was nothing like the shimmer and glimmer of the bokeh lights
Real pine needles would...

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There is still frost on the roof tops and I wonder about all the silver haired souls 
that are wondering why they are being moved,  by whitely dressed ghosts 
I know its a comfort...

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I watched in awe as he sailed them aloft.
When they crash landed, I never scoffed
nor did I laugh when they hit the ceilings
for that would've hurt the pilot's feelings.

Stacks of paper were a staple at...

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7/10/17


I'm going to still be a trailblazer

Going beyond all the acres
And glaciers

Above and below any crater 

Similarities and differences on both sides of the equator

Events turning out minor and major

Waters with and without crocodiles or...

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I can't sleep
my mind won't let me
it races with ideas
rhymes, philosophy,
deep or silly thoughts
it's all the same to me

if I had 40 hands on 40 arms
with 40 sheets of paper
and 40 pens well inked
maybe the...

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She is my heartbeat, and lately my hearts skipping beats. 
I missing beats like artist miss drop dates. 
Im missing her like she was gone to the pearly gates, 
But she just a phone call...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjZL5a6PeGo

Why are people so afraid of running out of toilet paper 
it is not a cure, a vaccine, nor a rose pill for its taper 
It has disrupted our lives, a scoundrel settling like vapor...

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ISALE EKO  (LAGOS)

A rooster of discrete tongues
Culture, tradition
Where,
Zillion specters resonate
Quantum croak.
Cock crow,
Erupts whirl, barge at Alaba
Descry of sea of soul cases
Kibbling in, out as Emmet over nectar,
As husky ell of murk drench dawning,
Eviscerate NEPA's...

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Life goes by extremely fast
And I don't want an overcast
Of your cloudy attitude
With your mean and stormy mood
Making my days rainy blue
With no clearing cause of you
I want days full of good cheer
And happy smiles...

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