Long Trucked Poems

My father and I did not share all that much,
More like passing a truck on the road
Parent’s squabbles I overheard offered me clues
And at times I caught glimpse of his load.

His freight always sealed with...

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Ford's Theater, April 15th, 1865...
Petersen House, Washington, D.C.

I admit to own a passion
for the Civil War in general,
and the life and death of
the sixteenth president in particular
between a hard spot of whiskey
and draughts of arrack;
nonetheless...

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From blank screen to logorrhea, I write with confused adumbrations

Methinks hmm, perhaps
I admittedly self plagiarize and quite aware
aforementioned amalgamated, conglomerated, 
fabricated, jerry rigged, and organized 
eye gripping titled
poem already aired a year plus ago,
though revisiting...

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From Blank Screen To Logorrhea, I Write With Confused Adumbrations

Methinks hmm, perhaps
aforementioned conglomerated eye gripping titled,
poem already aired
though revisiting said theme
downplayed as thoughts blare
though similar content
invariably communicated,
sans trademark Pi Seine fishtail career
as applies to other...

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Petersen House, Washington, D.C.  

(i admit to own a passion for the Civil War in general, 
and the life and death of 
the sixteenth president in particular).

between a hard spot of whiskey 
 ...

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I was perched upon a wooden bench beneath a bottle tree 
when this worn out wiry ringer stopped to rest his gammy knee. 
I’d been touring through the outback and had sought to sit a...

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At twenty-three, Brett found his girl,
A green-eyed vision with strawberry curls,
A year of dating came and went,
And wedding bells the sky did rent.

Life was good, he worked as a welder,
And rushed at night, tales to...

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GOING     BACK



It  was not an endearing place, a storybook place
With little cottages and
Loaded fruit trees from which apples could be casually filched, 
Nor were there  sparkling streams for pushing...

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most instances when i initially seat
     myself priming creative literary juices to flow,
     an unspecified number hours elapse
     before that eureka i.e. Jackie...

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Independence Day has come and gone.... 
All magic has been trucked away to come again another day 
Sweltering, yet, in the dewy lawn,
is the fragrance of burnt offerings....
hovering low like a old gray ghost, 
...

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Snap... crackle... pop... microwave went kaput

After start button pushed
immediate auditory signal issued
nsync with billowing smoke
time saving convenient contrivance
rendered defunct trucked to dumpster.

Pre owned electronic contraption
unpredictably went on fritz
malfunction occurred without warning
luckily spouse, the Misses
she instantaneously...

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The Blackpool donkeys have given up
they have boarded jumbo jets
to be emotional support animals
for those lesser angels
that protect us wingless fliers. 

They have opted out.
Once they used to plod from Blackpool pier
half a mile up,...

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Independence Day is over
A sweltering night has been gathered up and trucked away
                      ...

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There
There I stand in the bakery before the huge steel metal machine, 100 yards long and silver. A cake machine worth a mint. All sorts of ingredients thrown together to make cakes, quite a mix!...

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The television began to tremble.
I was not paying attention
but I liked the sound of female voices
and the rumble of traffic
as the news was trucked along
numerous ethereal routs
across a homeland that I had been taught
was the...

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The Blackpool donkeys have given up,
they have boarded jumbo jets
as emotional support animals.

Once they used to plod between
the Blackpool piers
half a mile up, half a mile back,
day after day,
carrying whooping kids and adults
as they heavily...

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Let Me See if I Have This Right

Let me see if I have this right
And it’s not just an oversight
Ukraine buys its energy
From Russia cause it has to be
Russia gets most revenue
From selling gas to...

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I dashed off to the ladies' room
just after Sunday School was through.
The service that would soon begin,
I'd relish from my favorite pew.

As I sailed down the lengthy hall,
I felt the cool, conditioned air--
more in the...

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You are the fuse that ignites my soul
The muse that makes words flow
You are everything in my life
I swore I'd never know
You are the sihlouette I once imagined
A dream that makes hearts flow
The very reason...

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Green

the confusing reverence of the place
the holy-waters of the gulf

white eucharist sand trucked-in sunday anew

and flowers  ever fresh
renew the question

I watch clouds  west

overrun
spilling sun
in the horizon

and comes rain each day  warm

same time
same...

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My country in Africa - though I am Indian in origin -
Lies torn and tattered, corrupt and corrupting
No water for weeks, only Mandela's Charity trucked in some (2 trucks today) 
After a whole week of...

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(This poem was inspired by the 
cereal isle of a grocery store.)

I have my choice of 80 brands.
Good fortune lends us many hands
In generating all this waste -
A splendid show of varied taste
Delighting children and...

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