Long Unclaimed Poems

"Who Put Luebella down the Wych Elm?"

There are rumours
about me, some 
come seeking me
with their geiger counters
and ouji boards
with their heart 
shaped planchettes

unanswered questions
in the woods, crackling
within the sounds of leaves
invisible dead things speaking 
underfoot...

Read More

"As other spirits sail on music, mine, oh my love, swim on your perfume." Charles Baudelaire

"Sometimes you find an old bottle from which the soul returns." 
Charles Baudelaire

"Smell is a Word. Perfume is Literature."

"There are...

Read More

" Damn you, let go my gun! "
The morning hasn't even yawned yet
and a terrible tussle is in my sight,
Drouillard is wrestling his rifle from the hands of this Indian thief
and the Field brothers are...

Read More

In the depths of my wandering thoughts, I turn back to 1989,
A time of uninterrupted innocence, a veil of unknowing that covered my mind,
Floating in a sea of uncertainty, where understanding was but an echo,
For...

Read More

It was jazzy June and green butterflies, filled the air with magic.
Then butterscotch days were long, until the purple sunset panic.

Sunny June, when music festivals, were staged in shady parks;
While in treetops purple martins, warbled...

Read More

Gentlemen,  behold, the wild yet curious Laurentia, an unexplored beauty,
Welcome to Utica, Latifundium Africanus Magnus
I am Titus, the overseer of this plantation wherein sweat will pay and you will stay
learn your tasks as a...

Read More

PROLOGUE:

For what's in a name,
That Shakespeare untamed,
A lyric gained fame,
But when it became,
A different ball game,
For one who's insane.

Yet if twin Yanks say 'Gogh' , 'tis equivalent
might meant, to be, like 'goes',
Dutch disagree, cite, annunciation,
could...

Read More

Decades of art, and some as oil paintings, 
whereat, had most work made in just the last two years.
Persuades the heart, of similar taste, seems,
fair that, Van Gogh's work may be the best than of...

Read More

The Gift of ‘Not’ Knowing

I have toyed with the thought of free-will as a curse
(Hell reserved for bad choices, but Grace earned a joke?)
Is there madness or peace for those gifted by God
(or by dust...

Read More

"Sing to me, Muse, of the wrath of Achilles." - Iliad, Line 1

Western dreams were born in wrath,
Overmastering all the noble aims of reason.
The bloom of youth, cut from its proper path,
Fallen wasted in full...

Read More

He had tasted her cherry lips before
And yet, he lingered there
Gauging her response
Wanting her to know
She was in control

She kissed him back
Her tongue licking his lips
As she molded her form into his
Surrender in every limb

He...

Read More

Her silhouette was the kitchen green
Of her grandmother's house wanting clean
Her eyes dim the overcast soul within
Little Alice had not a single ghostly friend
Moonlit shadows dancing of grays and soft black
Mocked the little soul in...

Read More

In the whispering silence of a moonlit night,
where stars wink like old friends,
I drift along the river of my thoughts,
an unbound stream of consciousness,
Flowing through the landscapes of potential and purpose,
where dreams dwell like forgotten...

Read More

An Echo Poem by Lora Colon and  Brian Johnston


Pieces Of Yesterday

I found pieces of yesterday
I kept hidden in a special place, 
Little things I wanted to remember, 
But things I now find hard to...

Read More

Of Wolves and May Processions~
A Poem by Debbie_Philly 

Why Did You Leave Me Here For Wolves To Prey And Feed On

You cherished me for years, your words not mine
I was looked on by your gaze...

Read More

"Moonspinner Seer" 

Moments we dance
you and I 
alone 

sensing 
all the words 
gone

soul naked
we spin 
sad worlds away 

bad spells 
in a small ocean 
buried, never forgotten

casting pearls 
luminescent 
into the trapping net

ghosts in the...

Read More

The former blond model pouts and primps
Swinging her hips
Down the splashing catwalk of shoreline
Sand caving to her imagined heels

Wheeling to her awaiting Israeli mogul
Her shoulders set so far back
It’s as if she’s walking backwards

Puts herself...

Read More

Written: August 28, 2023
______________________________________________________________

In the realms of novelty and man's intrigue,
A chimera emerged, a contradiction unique.
With the head and breast of a lion's might,
and a serpent's tail that slithers—a fearsome sight.

Oh, how the chimera did...

Read More

Women Inventors/Creators Of History

        In Honor of the following great women inventors and creators:

(*Vera Rubin, Cecilia Payne,  Chien Shiung Wu, Nette Stevens, Ida Tacke, Esther Lederberg, Lise...

Read More

In the realm of love, where hearts reside,
Freedom dances with passionate stride.
Unbound, the souls embrace the wild air,
Their love, a melody beyond compare.

Like birds in flight, their spirits soar,
Through boundless skies, they forever explore.
No chains...

Read More

And in the end, we had become lovers anchored by memories, 
stitched together with random bits and pieces. Two people who had run out of things to say, stilled by the emptiness of yesterdays and...

Read More

To presume to write to someone about courage
and not complaining, don't importune or make dying people cry.
I've always said Leave me alone with autumn.
Don't stand around my bed, I won't be in it.

Over 7 years...

Read More

"Breaking the Lonely Rewind"
 


Hysteria ensues a small death
on a funeral pyre pushed
into a sealed and soiled
heart shaped box sunk
to swallow stone tears 
reversing reflections 
in the coldest mirrors
Tsunami waves flood
all that was green

On the...

Read More

On glossy pages generally reserved for stars of stage and screen
golden calves lounging casually on cushioned chaises, deities of decadence
sunlight streamed in black and white through filthy, filmy windows 
as flies converged in the corners...

Read More

In the depths of my weary soul, I ponder,
Upon the choices made and paths forsaken.
A wistful whisper echoes, a song of wonder,
Of the road I did not take, now left unawakened.

Through veils of time, my...

Read More