Long Tern Poems

If ever a moment in real life deserved a romantic, melancholy
backing track, it would have been that one ... we'd spent the
entire afternoon at Ferry Beach, sunning and playing frisbee, I
playing guitar, she practicing her...

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*Image of Many Meanings by KWC.

Likeness ssenekiL: Part 1

(HOMONYMS: Homophones & Homographs)

He'll heal his heel.
They sow so they sew.
His aide aid with an ade.
You saw a ewe eat a yew.
I ate on the ait eight...

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You, Mariana—deepest trench of my knowing  
   I call you by name not to possess it
but because it is the only prayer  
   I have ever known how to...

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Consonant Like A Vow (el)

Now ma nada twirly (to early) twittering 
condolences to the esprit de corps, qua 
(just recently) late John McCain, and his 
surviving family suddenly damning original 
way word odd did see,...

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Rolly, rolling in shallow surf, every wave a wisp
that'll move me through this sticky sand to the lush land.
Lumbering, waterlogged, soggy heap in my tux,
arms flopping, flailing about, cool currents fill my ears;
mere vestige of...

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I re: egret forsaking gull friend where, heron eye twitter

Fictional account related
courtesy one pink flamingo.

Aves lusting for verboten tweet 
reed lubricious sin after giving
Twiggy another peck on the cheek.

Whenever this birdman 
alone with his thoughts...

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As within my heart
States wait…
Wait upon the lord
Do not fear... 

For all things shall be
As God has planned 
How do you know 
which way to go

What direction in life?
What pathway to take?
Decisions are hard 
at...

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Human tastes vary and so are the desperate cravings to capture the best in human ambition,
A more desperate thirst for fame, riches and for power can be a low, vulgar bitter taste,
I admire the spirit...

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Like morning light break forth of eastern skies
And astound with beauty the waking eyes
So did my heart before you rose to praise
A seraph in the nectar of flesh, May's
Brightest bloom in the garden of gladness
The...

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Georgie

His was a pudgy boyish countenance,
With rounded river eyes and an Alfalfa smile.
He wheezed like a sick tern with repeated asthma attacks, 
Playing hard at the various outdoor games and chases,
Of our fleeting childhood years...

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While Shuttered Up Inside... ©ozy
Snug Air Conditioned Demesne...

Analogous to my boyhood
     cosseted and bereft, I assay
to poetically elucidate how majority
     of mine years found me
  ...

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Baby birds, it's said, are born not knowing 
their notes. They learn them from their mother's 
throats in the way children learn their ABCs 
at parental knees, muh muh muh becoming mother, 
da da da,...

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John B. Jackson
1880-1911

Norma knew.
Norma, my erstwhile friend of a thousand hunts;
Only she knew the feel of my beading thumb,
As we sought out promising locales, and
Our clever quarry, from points near and far.
From the salty marshes...

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I'm flattered by Nina but need to take her to the cleaners,
and splat her inbetweeners with fluid from wieners.
Don't mock or beat down Bath when you're Bristolian,
you were all conceived in a seat in the...

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Once upon a time there lived
a young girl

Who eventually was to grow up
inevitably later into a young 
women

And when she did all she ever
wanted and dreamed of endlessly
then was to have a young daughter 
of...

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The calling gull leaves her nest
her wild magic cleaves the nimbus.
An avian aerialist suspended aloft 
she sails on tapered ribbons of cirrus silk,
ruffled sea breeze ironed ‘neath her lustrous wings.

A wind witch, she defies and...

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It really is
As they say 

Ain't it funny that a difference

24 hour's in a person's life can make 

As 1 day and moment in time you
may just well find yourself

Standing on the prescipus of a
be...

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Everytime I begin to start to write

A single line

I so too also hear

A deep intake of breath sigh and sneer

Which fills me full of dread and fear

As I also in tern then see your eyes...

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(earlier this January 18th, 2019 belatedly
to acknowledge my LX birthday.)

Mine eldest sister
as I continue in the circle game
of life, (ye dear Amelie
McGeehan) darling dame
a modestly lofty poem I aim
to dash off (while riding away
high in...

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Where once Normandy's coast resounded with the din of war,
Now is heard the thunder of the surf racing t'ward the shore.
Where once was heard the screams of dying and wounded men,
Now is heard the mournful...

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No. Rome was not built in a day. And houses
that last are not constructed with hay. But
a lot of variant ideas and diversity go
into the making of a great nation.

Mr. Harry Truman's presidential term began...

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A solitary tern soars lazily above the sunlit, pristine beach,
Wheeling on the ocean breezes, emitting its haunting screech.
The glistening sands that were once stained with a hero's blood,
Are now cleansed by the ebb and flow...

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Grim fog, I praise the shelter of your drear,
the sundown ghost morose not grandiose,
I walk alone - but, no -- with my despair;
a bittern bids a bitter adiós.

The breakers so in agony they gnash
and gnaw...

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k i n d n e s s
is the petrichor perfume
enveloping the sky,
between~
             you and I
as clouds splatter juniper sprinkles,
coalescing stubborn storms,
rinsing away...

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Lake Wollumboola is intermittent.
A coastal dune lagoon, enclosed by berm of sand.
Its basin a drowned creek-scoured depression.
This tiny lake is perched above high tide, vulnerable.
Its survival lies at the whim 
of wind-blown and sea-thrown sand.
It's...

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