Long To a fault Poems

I was listening to Cornell West,
who described our catastrophic tolerance of disvalues for others,
situations we would never tolerate for ourselves,
disvalues like homelessness and hunger,
but also like random violence, 
abuse and neglect,
lack of caring,
as a "conspiracy"...

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The preparations were almost complete when Lumi reappeared down stairs.  He seemed preoccupied and burnished an all encompassing smile across his face.
     “Lumi... Lumi,” Joulupukki had to repeat himself to...

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It’s with great difficulty I put my pen on this paper.
Struggling as to when and what to begin with.
Learning that life has its way of collapsing 
Our paths down to one: unchangeable, inescapable.
 
A journey...

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You are like a kaleidoscope, ever changing you see, every time that I gaze upon you, there is a new mystery
At first, I believed that you were transparent and that I knew all that there...

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It has been ages since the laughter died, which was many suns ago,
Soon swept away by fleeting time, like the brief giggle of a rainbow.

My vacant halls now are silent, and the flower garden is...

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How many people with foreboding palpitations
have I seen slip from middle age and slide into old age?
They slither into their last refuge, the dirt hole,
and ignorantly nestle into the forever unknown life stream

The ones who...

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Spy vs. Poet - pen trickery

(A collaborative poem by Serena Storm and Joel Thornton)


Dissimulating cloak – an apocryphal script 
Ah, I see "I" the spy has stumbled upon new tricks 

Disloyalty - The Perfidy -...

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Otis Wheat was a simple man.  He didn’t have much to say and when he did say something it was worth listening to.  He was generally shy to a fault but when the...

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SHE DRIVES ME UP THE WALL

She drives me up the wall like a slave-driver
O yes, she does ! but even though she may wield 
the rod in her hand ever so threateningly at me 
At...

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You're about to see there's no difference between a tortured artist or a Wounded animal 
Picking up a pen was the only way to make my depression manageable
At times it seemed that beating depression wasn't...

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A man of few words, my father taught by example.
The best thing he showed me
was to set my standards high
and to be my own judge - 
always modest never defiant or arrogant.

If something needed doing...

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That's her name, 
a small silhouette of her shame.
The simple games she plays; a smile worth nothing
certainly she isn't worth anything.
Trim and clean, no, not what she seems. 
The straight edge of her hair,
oh, ever...

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I think I'm happy...
Introvert at heart I was exhausted but enjoying myself like a good day at the gym
I had been participating in some verbal jogging when the jargon interrupted the depth of my thoughts
I...

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Being on the team that got
Trump elected.
People treat me as if
I were seriously infected.
For being part of a team,
That shares Trump's
American dream!

Of an America strong and 
free of government coercion, 
And unwilling to be brainwashed into
Socialistic promises...

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A COMPLICATED FATE D' COMPLI
Your bedroom closet is larger than this room
Where fears father plays the part of Lady Sorrow's groom

Your master bath is three times larger than the one I enter using a key...

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My eyes begin to 
water at the edges 
of this thought, you 
taught me many 
things I mean I 
crawled, I stood, I 
walked,

and though you 
have been gone so 
long your memory's 
still with...

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Folks think I'm a 
nice guy, to a fault I 
guess I am, if those 
folks only knew 
deep down I'm tellin 
them to scram,

I'm tryin to keep my 
language clean like 
crispy Franklin 
notes,...

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A COMPLICATED FATE D’ COMPLI
Your bedroom closet is larger than this room
Where fear’s father plays the part of Lady Sorrow’s groom
Your master bath is three times larger than mine 
The one I share with the...

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It is a translation of a poem I wrote in Russian. I tried to post that one too but PSoup didn't print the characters :(
So, because it's a poem, don't expect a 1 to 1...

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The Chosen One!

(1)“Be grateful dear friend that I don’t marry you!”
(2)For all beauty, man’s weakness, is really an act
Women master (in spades!) Turn it off, turn it on!
Each man born plays a part,
Drones raised crippled...

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Didactic old man
Fiddling with fright
As tears curled down 
From a bemoaned and fretted face
To his foaming lip
The tears thirst bitter taste
Spiced with desired regret
Of an action already finished
Crime begets an accidental skirmish
~
His hands
Those quivering hands
Protective...

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Folks think I'm a nice guy, to a fault I guess I am, if 
those folks only knew deep down I just don't give a 
d@mn,

I'm tryin to keep my language clean like crispy 
Franklin...

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Folks think I'm a nice guy, to a fault I guess I am, 
if those folks only knew deep down I just don't give a damn,
I'm tryin to keep my language clean like crispy Franklin...

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Unsung Hero – My Mom


My Mom has always been unassuming, never flashy,
But her name deserves to be up in bright neon lights.
My magnificent Mom, Olegaria, is my hero!
In her eyes, no one is a zero,
And...

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If the height of arrogance
Is overconfidence
You'll never worry about that with me
Because I'm as humble as they come
My name is Christopher
I'm a 27 year old man
Who indulges a poetic vice
Writing whatever he feels
And let's not...

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