Long Tatter Poems

I’m in distress
I can’t express
How I feel deep down inside
This feeling is a terrible tide
How do I impress
Everyone here in excess?
I’m just here to simply abide
By God’s Law, I don’t subside

My tears are diamonds in...

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Who's that girl by the ancient tree...
She's the daughter of a butcher, quiet and pouty...
She's always there, contemplating unspoken prophecy...
She scribbles poetry,
they say her Mother is a sibyl raving...
Solitude serves her like the aroma of...

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It is an unseasonable March day.
My kitchen blinds are drawn against morning sun,
their slender slats like new skin protecting the body's vital organs;
eyelids before this rose-covered tablecloth as though the blooms
are the pale larvae of...

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Mommy, if I make up my bed
Which consist of old Sunday newspapers
Could I have, can I have a slice of bread
And if I sweep the floors with my bare feet
I'm so hungry mommy can I...

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"Life is fragile and temporary. The faces of today quickly become the faces of the past. Sorrow, pain, and anger... it all fades, except love. Love is forever and there after, even when we've fallen...

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"Life is fragile and temporary. The faces of today quickly 
become the faces of the past. Sorrow, pain, and anger... 
it all fades, except love. Love is forever and thereafter, 
even when we've fallen to...

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New marching orders issued from comandante Bergen meister

After proper manager 
distributed the latest bulletin
to all the residents at Highland Manor,
plus wrinkled her nose at noxious odor
(explained at length below)
purportedly emanating from unit B44,
we (myself and...

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When Dena and her girlfriend sneaked out of their houses at night, they both
would go and meet boys that they met during the daytime and they were their
boyfriends.  One day Dena was writing her...

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Pitter, Patter, Ratter, Tat, Tatter, Rain falls softly on cracked window pains. The house darkness is solid, quiet as death, it covers all where it rests. BLACK! Among the silver silent willow trees. Above heaven's...

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"How fragile is life in nature's forceful wind..."
Dylan Thomas wrote of October gales
and their harsh, buffeting fingers. 
He called them an "autumnal spell."
Autumn...the season when leaves hang trembling.

Christina Rosetti's lines have been well read...
"Who has...

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Dear Lori, my lady, my darling divine
My vision of beauty, my radiant shine
More precious to me than the tulips you bring
That opened for me in the sips of my Spring

Your lips are the dells of...

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The wood misunderstood the knife, the ax, the scythe
though for centuries it had sheltered man and should not
have misunderstood man's intent.

Wind chimes sublime mime melodies wordless tones
without rhyme noting not the passing of time.

The endless...

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"Iffin I woulda, iffin ONLY I coulda, WELL
some think I shoulda, that I misunderstooda
cause my brains made of wooda!" said Pinocchio.
"A toy's life's sublime without thought of  rhyme 
we dances ta  chimes ,...

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Lets hike through broken lanes, till life make sense
Lets fence fear, give that insane pain a blockage
Till life make sense

Lets page our broken pieces of thoughts and hope
Let climb valleys and hills of sin
Till life...

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Across the countryside and into the grassland pastures;
inhabits the battle fields that segregate a Peony Rose.
Such as the gentle beauty of the rose that threatens those,
who are drawn to the undisturbed meadows of the divine,
and...

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“I was inspired to write KNOW one evening when I was having dinner in my flat (alone of course) when I saw a phrase with an enlarged letter “KNOW” flashed on TV. 

KNOW

Look around I...

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~ Silly Lines~

My main line muse ran away on this sunny this day –
 My confuser got confused - rhythms upside down -
My pen went dry – rhymes on strike -
 Thesaurus got away.

Searched for...

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9/27/12

What I sensed was not just in the mind
Deep inside I didn’t want to believe my heart
For what I now believe is inexorably unavoidable
Into a crunch of instilled friction—silence is abhorred
Everyone feels the deceit around...

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Miracle of grace
That I love and chase
For a hug, a touch
To reach and to clutch
In a deep embrace!
 
O’ you parched eye
Thirsty, never shy,
O’ sea of waves
That keep coming by!
 
I love you so much!
...

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On a ship
Poet (Po)
Reason (Re)

Po: Look at the billow of the sails,
      the sea, its black and blue hails.

Re: I’ve seen it before, even now and again.
   ...

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My known, soothing landscapes,
grown from my own hues and shapes,
somehow vanquished their view.
Just one more sore blister of news
to aid my staid mind’s gist of confused.
My angered fist punched tears in their wake
before my shock...

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I hear a voice
calling my name
but I don't hear it;
I see a vision
I can obtain
but I can't hold it;
you can't see me;
you can't hear me;
but I am a sound I am a sound;
you can't see...

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Stepping through the door I embrace the beams of sun pertruding through the clouds, Each soft step leaves prints of myself in the moist dirt beneath me, Smooth wisps of tender breezes grace me with...

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Homer, Aristotle, Hobbes, Locke, Goethe, and Crane;
Chaucer, Shakespeare, Dickens, Tolstoy, Whitman, and Twain;
Whose imagination and toil helped to unfold
Stories, philosophies, and lessons to be told.

The inquisitive student absorbed in his books,
Contemplating and learning while everyone...

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Raindrops on roses weren’t her thing. 
They were okay.

But patchouli and pine 
Curry and cloves 
Burnt orange dusks fading to midnight blue slumber 
Alto strings and reeds weaving symphonic tapestries in minor keys 
Woolen ponchos...

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