Long Toted Poems

Long in the tooth male doth recount, reflect, reimagine...
his woebegone damn dental daze today May 5th, 2021 

No particular rhyme nor reason
garden variety indentured flunky (me)
revisits his salmagundi salad days, 
when oral blight smote 
left...

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Come join the unraveling circus
quite soon to be passing our way,
with the clowns in a clamor to twerk us -
line up as they lead us astray!

Arriving, the elephant trumpets
agendas of aberrant acts
while the donkeys drool,...

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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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Convalescence of Richard McGeehan

Spouse of my eldest sister
marital bond fixed in place
strong as mortise and tenon,
he hales of hearty Irish stock
genes of said septuagenarian
analogous to pith and marrow
wrought courtesy divine providence.

At present aforementioned brother in...

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Mary Lou Sims was young and enterprising, like stars routing dark;
Or mauve dawn on the verge of discovery, awaiting time's remarks.

Mary Lou's best friend was Cora Mann, ever since sweet childhood;
When they'd sat in zesty...

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Platos dualism… 
                         Laertius' "magi”
The most noble say we are an...

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so much precious existence 
found me rooted with mouth ajar 
as sigh asper the dentin-cementum 
so mud dear reader (with dem perfect 
enameled pearly whites), aye har bar 
envy for those with a complete set...

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Swordsey
 
 
When I was young I had a wondrous dream.
I soared in the winds and swam in the stream.
 
I carried a blade and rode a swift white horse.
I named Him Swordsey and we...

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I have seen men carved from stone
rising above the Black Hills,
I’ve seen ancient trees born back when
Ceaser still worked his will,
felt a thundering water pound down,
and from four Great Lakes drain,
I have known the prairie...

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Mr. Copperhead went to the copper mines
to see what fortunes he could find
Pick and shovel followed close behind
On a burrow named Ole Bleu

Mr. Copperhead was boon-town sick
He struck so much ore 
Even pranced around like...

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A boy King was born in Bethlehem piquing the interest of three very wise guys.
They came from the East guided by a mysterious Star streaming from the skies!
They got a fix on the Star with...

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BOATS LIE STILL

Listen…quietly… the streets are silent
the rain falls cold and snow is sure to follow
time as usual jumps ahead and waits for no man

Do you hear the song sung by the sailor home from...

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Skookum Jim wuz born the son uv a Chief uv the Tagish Injun tribe.
Ain't much known about his youth - ain't no totem left to describe.
'Tis known he wuz born in the Yukon where man...

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He plied the Mississippi River on the paddle wheeler 'Dandy Dame'.
Gamblin' was his profession and three-card monte was his game.
He became very creative at palmin' that elusive ace of spades.
Such dexterity and sleight of hand...

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Grief and fear long held me too frail to welcome any new year.
An accident vanished me to despair where at best, I lived pail.
Then love’s light availed me with strength to befriend my limits
and grow...

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Some “Cathy’s Clown”



Tell you how peace
In it’s solitude can break
Convulsing to a raucous din
Scatters the fragmentations of silence
A severance
Despite the quiet
And if to spite the stern waves rolling
In the distance

Tell you how
Under blue blazing skies
The...

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Mr. Clyde Schlunk traveled from his home in Worm Holes, Alabama,
To represent his company at a convention in Hammond, Indiana.
He was to soak up tidbits of data concerning the disposal of nuclear waste.
To fortify himself...

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Above my hearth rests a muzzle loader I know not how old.
Ah, could it speak, what adventurous tales to be told!
Oft I've caressed it and pondered time and again,
About where it was made and who...

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I remember so well the calico aprons that my Mother wore.
She made them from feed sacks that Father needed no more.
She wore them mainly to keep her pretty dresses pristine,
But she found so many other...

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In a place called Three was an old Bowthorpe Oak
Where a prince had trumped up a throne,
And though he was young where the lullula sung
He vowed he will always be known.

Jack Russell had noted pledges...

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As Death came knocking he handed me the Three Keys.
He said I'd used my Free Will and had me a choice, 
Equal sums of Goodness, of Evil - if you please , 
Third was to...

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Ralph the garbage rummaging raccoon, found Nipper the cat at Buttermilk Saloon,
he had been suddenly sadly jilted and bleeding heart was extremely wilted.
Decided to stay out with the toms all night, to avoid a cat...

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tiny hands and huge heart spied this pattern of life
a flight to heaven forerun by sweet token words
you are what you read, but cherished for what you write

a nascent artist who could easily entice
a subtle...

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Am I a Summer’s Day?
By Sy Roth

Do I compare myself to a summer’s day?
I think not, 
Winter’s chill perhaps,
Cold rivulets of icy waters
Coursing down a crenelated brow
Perhaps.
A dirge,
A threnody 
A morose psalm to an ancient...

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Their wedding was toted “best of this century”
They had both been born wealthy.
Neither appreciated how rare this elegance was in 1930.
Their parents had kept it from them.

There were elaborate bouquets in silver vases.
Thousands of people...

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