Long Thin skinned Poems

The Pied Piper from New York City – Part One

Dare his name be said?
I say, of course, Yes! 

The Pied Piper, himself, is the man, the myth, the legend.
And they, the so-called incurious lot of...

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Don't you think that this title is darkly divine?
But, of course, there will have to be weirdness that’s funny,
Though my nightmares are many and have complex arcs
There’s some risk here I might have to work...

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It never melted for starters
but then you have to start somewhere
the Magic Icicle could talk
it had humors jealousies aversions
deep rending tides of love
and week long fits of giggling
It had been crafted by Father Frost
The Emperor...

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between new nightmares
and day dreams
of a better life
lay reality resurfaced
tight with taut brutality
unspeakable thoughts drift
down through time's flash
triggered not there
not then
but now and here
her mind digs through fear

as she sinks 
slight form down
crisp skirt's rustle...

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Note to the reader:  I wrote this poem yesterday in response to Peter Duggan's poem,
"Fear and Emptiness", which I highly recommend .  I intend it to complement Peter's 
excellent work on this vicious...

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The sow beauty queen’s 
favorite color is money green
The cloven jaw cutie’s
favorite sound is “cha-ching”

Miss Piggy Lips loves how the cash registers
throughout the land constantly rings

That jade oinkment noise
is a pigmentary salve to her greedy...

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You came to be the rain
I was always yearning for
scratching at my surface
until I bleed no more

I remember sailing once
on a cloud around your essence
how peacefulness crept over me
every time you bless my presence

as the...

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You came to be the rain
I was always yearning for
scratching at my surface
until I bleed no more

I remember sailing once
on a cloud around your essence
how peacefulness crept over me
every-time you blessed my presence

as the rain...

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Tough skinned -strong, take it and dish it out.  
Thin skinned - overly sensitive.  
Skin of our teeth -
struggle for life, survival. 
Skin defines and designs us, 
the skin we’re in, through pain,...

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book of face
I see your quick on that trigger. your words are  offers on man's flawed self righteous altar 
Of the vanity, and sullied grace of ou
The feeble attempt to sacrifice my ego
arpe too,...

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It's a melodrama. Try to picture the drama queen
A bit actress lying on the floor in her final scene
Her lips trembling, tears running down her face
ruining her makeup in a gown of satin and lace

You...

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There‘ll be black humour today,
Gentle ribbing, banter and jokes, 
Stripping away of egos, repartee
Among our mixed group of folks.
Bruising conversations maybe,
But in a non malicious way.
No place for the thin skinned
That’s just not how we...

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Dogs dogmatically guard the home
Sounding the alarm with a growling bark
As owners are alerted to the threat
Miscreants flee into the dark

Cats are categorically useful too
Their mouse-tracking skills renowned
When a feline is prowling on patrol
Rodents scurry...

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Known as Jesús he was.
Known to be abnormally alive.
A gregarious thinly woven figure
in any overly large space.
The city contained him
kept him buzzing under its glass eyelids.

He said he had Jesus wounds.
Would lift up his T,...

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Unseen 
vanishing, 
thin-skinned, blood-bone, 
broken-token people 
pokin' while invokin' 
spoken and unspoken words 
that slap at fat-back pimps 
gone insane on cocaine rain; 
bendin' over, slippin in, 
pasty, wasted, 
hurtin' urchins of the street: 
The...

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Sitting on the shelf like a broken teacup
I go on despite these difficult moments
I run into myself with Irish green eyes and permanent tear stained cheeks
I've endured the immensity of agony
I’ve turned down all those...

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Unseen 
vanishing, thin-skinned, blood-bone, 
broken-token people
pokin' while invokin'
spoken and unspoken words 
that slap at fat-back pimps 
gone insane on cocaine rain; 
bendin' over, slippin in,
pasty, wasted,
hurtin' urchins of the street:
The spawn of dawn's humanity
in feral...

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A class of its' own

	I sit deep in the shadows, watching and listening.
	Worn shoes silently shuffle ,
	walking sticks, black frames,
	chairs with wheels, pushed or driven,
	converge on the High Street café,
	a playground for the elderly perhaps.
	A...

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My Favorite Things comes to mind...


a random assortment, a jumble of words
a quotient of portions, quotidian served
quixotic strivings of the great deca-dense
obscured in meaning, eschewing all sense

visions and nightmares and hallucinations
erudite arguments, odd fascinations
old geezers...

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She sinks into her threadbare cushion
on the aged-old rocker she huddles in daily
placing her thin-skinned arms
cold to the touch upon the arm rail
darkened from the oil of her skin

Creaks and moans play a tedious rhythmic...

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I have wondered what Poetry Soup would be like
If poems submitted were subject to critical eyes
And contributors were free to critique the poems,
To say how they really feel about a poem, to analyze.

Of course, it...

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short circuited and
the fuse of purpose keeps tripping
high voltage boredom
on auto pilot in slow motion
the roundabout is not a funny circus
currents alternate 
directly challenge
polar opposition in contradiction of truth

‘it’s a beautiful day and you are...

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On the yellow balloon
The one that goes up
A red dressed girl tip toes daintily
Floats on the rubbery surface
Dances on the head of a pin
Helium never felt so good
Bare footed balanced on top

The world below is...

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How do you pull yourself up from imploding
pick up the pieces and super glue fingers
back onto hands which have shattered in dreaming
all that a moment of laughter can stand?
How do you separate time from occurrence
shoulder...

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I'm way ahead of the darkness that cast shadows
& there's no looking back when moving with his light
I'm light years away so even if you're walking by
I'm still way too out of sight
Crystal clear blue...

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