Long Twiddled Poems

This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
VERSE 1:
All claim they revering Almighty GOD,
Same time hailing graven images as their lord.
Plainly they see it no wrong;
The inappropriate way of procuring mammon.
And their advertisment is just a come-on.
Now a...

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When I was young, I liked to play
With other kids on my block.
To backyards, front yards, everywhere,
For fun, we would all flock.

Every sport and game we played,
When one kid on a losing streak
Resolved with single-mindedness
To...

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Intro: 
To be a writer such as he, there are none
  His work outlasts the best, I’m sure…
        …~William Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1601-
“to hold, as t’ were, the...

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Our first TV, a Mullard, maybe Murphy, black and white
five minutes for it to warm up, and it smelt of Bakelite,
the back was made of hardboard punched with rows of tiny slots
which cast a reddish...

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 There once was a phantom phone caller
Who rang numbers he hadn't oughta
Some fell for his charms
Some raised the alarm
Now the caller finds he's in deep water.

One day he rang someone that he knew
Thinking that...

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I fold the moonlight into soiled papers
reminding myself of torn dreams which refused
to glide, of hearts that crossed different paths
with such throbbing intrusion and regret.

And like a vagrant of the night, the coal
in the ...

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I was feeling just fine, or so I reckoned.
As I climbed the spiral staircase to where, I just don't know 
I do know that it felt so great. 
As I considered my lofty climbing rate.

The...

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A certain poet said she was thrilled, sitting down 
Viewing world of us, mounting PS's platform

yes, she was ecstatic, maneuvering keys
On borrowed time and gadget, she wouldn't leave

A day of family gathering, she stole moments...

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