Long Totality Poems

Moby Dick, a novel by Herman Melville, published in London in October 1851 as The Whale and a month later in New York City as Moby-Dick; or, The Whale. It is dedicated to Nathaniel Hawthorne....

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We are the days that we’ve become. 
moments dripping gifted from
the lounging clocks in rolling melted sightings, 
given by the gifted madness of a soulmate’s fightings. 

Our lives wrapped up in phrases coined
in books like,...

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Date: March  2051

The next Hawaiian rendezvous:
Warm Hawaiian breeze. Wooo! This
Is LIFE!!! Holly scream for Dolly and 
Molly to hear. Molly said, "We should 
Explore as long as we're here. This place
Is full of curiosities."...

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Excuse me operator, 

I think I’ve been disconnected,

To a neurotic world that's seemed to lose its senses,

A ceaseless quest of life questions,

Where are all of these transcending fairytales and esoteric answers?

I am feeling like it’s...

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Nineveh *
*Deep I have fallen 
    eyelids leaden with sleep
       just a hole to crawl in 
         and...

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~writer's notes~

i think out loud
from my fingers to a keyboard 
so forgive me if my speak
is somewhat long winded
if it has swirls and curls
this is me
hopefully you want to hear
my voice in its totality

~the prologue~

just...

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My Love, my Hope, my Goddess there can be no words formed by mortal lips sufficient to proclaim the glory which lived in me the season your love bloomed so completely within my life. My...

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Metaphor of outrage, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Metafora del desafuero

			                    ( In celebration of...

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What am I?*

Am I just a matter?
Am I just spirit?
Or
Am I a combination of spirit and matter?

If we examine the first case- that I am matter-then 
whatever I am, I have borrowed it from nature...

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It is filled with cultural and geographical interests.                           ...

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On one sleepless night,                               ...

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and my CNN opened on a breaking news on a dark street in Libya, about Nigerians chained to be sold as slaves.
the television slide and roved over,
their tears shattered and their blood spoke of pains...

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He was there in the beginning
and through the eternal ending.

He'd scattered his seed 'cross numerous worlds.
They flourished.
They perished.
Flora, fauna, innumerable forms,
aeons of evolutionary warfare.
Extermination of the unfit
without the mercy of design.
Quadrillions of cadavers
paving a road...

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FOX NEWS article rhymed 

When Donald Trump lost the presidency, Fox News lost too
“We’re bleeding eyeballs,” a Fox producer remarked “And we’re scared of blue”
But unlike Trump, Fox was never in denial about its loss...

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Secrets are anxiously being kept with a behavioral struggle, as one of the special few enters the room; obviously preoccupied with his thoughts. Bottom teeth are nipping his upper lip tucked tight, rope acting as...

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(With Wormwood Dreams)
The fire and ice, heaven and hell equinox calibration of scales, scorched Earth
beneath a sky of epic fail of primary colors in triple beam, sale, cine-scene-
totem of hierarchial Archangels of Destruction of Kingdom...

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When a little girl,                               ...

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I went to a nearby park
to a bench I knew with a view.
Seated there was a fine-looking woman
she had the purest white hair.
Sitting at one end unobtrusively, I at the other,
after a time, she turned...

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Please do not weep for me!

(alternately titled: dost newt expend
precious tears toward pitiful poet!)

Intense passion to read
doth foster divine enlightenment...

Also simultaneously, albeit instantaneously
triggering brutal mind-numbing self awareness
starkly underscoring how existence (mine)
devoid scant trace
positive life enhancing...

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"The Day(s) I Saw That Fate Exists"

6/17/19 
"What Makes You Flinch" poetry contest
Sponsored By: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver

Today began as most of many days do
Today I woke, a tad bit hungover

Opened my eyes, rubbed my head
Said...

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A Storm is brewing, quietly churning above.
Residents working to prepare a town tradition.
Mobilizing able citizens, attempts to guarantee success.
A hundred year tradition, the town's shining gem
Times are changing, still they cling to the past.
As if...

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As armies continue to march their sanguinary war
lifeless lay those as sinewy gore,
pinnacled soldiers atop a land possessed
making themselves feel they've been blest
	
Bittersweet is the toil of progress
especially for those unacceptable to less
the muses in...

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Malachi was the last prophet in the Old Testament
he'd asked the people were they aware of the message that God sent
that the blessing of the Lord brings wealth but no trouble is added to it
to...

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I made myself some promises 
the last time you broke my heart 
I made myself some promises 
when you tore my world apart  

I told myself I was done, 
I told myself we’re through...

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I heard a man is coming to
speak at a local college soon,
some students had invited him,
to hear an outside point-of-view.
But then a loud majority
got up in arms over the talk,
said they opposed supremacy,
at the man’s...

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