Long Unrecorded Poems

Mom and Dad's wedding picture
frames a glass-covered black and white frozen moment
with warm smiles 
for invisible cameras.

He in his WWII uniform
of a first class private Republican
with recent patriotic death technology experience.

She in a white satin...

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Of course on this night we are supposed to be asleep so Santa 
could come, but we hadn't been home from Midnight Mass very long, and the 
invigorating cold was not conducive to sleep. ...

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He was young  and attractive and quite debonair,
An upstanding young man who was going somewhere.
Or so it would seem if you knew not his history.
To we in the know he’s repulsive dark mystery.

When I...

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The pen is greater than the sword or so it’s often said.
A poet’s word still stirs the heart long after he is dead.
The "Elegy" of Thomas Gray can still provoke a thought.
And Campbell’s "Ullin’s Daughter"...

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To all the fallen of Covid 19
whose deaths were unrecorded and unseen
To those who languished in intensive care
where Fear unmasked itself to mock each prayer

To mothers shedding tears from dawn till night
while clutching keepsakes of...

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In my hand the ink drips, commotional emotions at large , patches has failed. Nails and swords, pierce the hearing ear, fussed drops of lethal dose, push me to the edge, for adrenaline chokes my...

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In my hand the ink drips, commotional emotions at large , patches has failed. Nails and swords, pierce the hearing ear, fussed drops of lethal dose, push me to the edge, for adrenaline chokes my...

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In my hand the ink drips, commotional emotions at large , patches has failed. Nails and swords, pierce the hearing ear, fussed drops of lethal dose, push me to the edge, for adrenaline chokes my...

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Denial is a can of peas
whose contents
should never be indulged
beyond the expiration date.
Yet there I stood, 
evidence screaming reality
at my eyes, their gaze steadfast
upon the wailing baby girl 
before me in her bassinet.
My mind then...

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[Continued from Part 3]

“As you say, o’er many kingdoms and proud lands the sun will reign,
Yet, in all, deceptive rulers Heaven’s leave and nod will claim. 
They will bind their every subject to their taxes...

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Counting perching hawks
trying to watch what they watch
while a speeding car 
beneath tense feet
races to overtake whatever blocks
each sideways glance.

Fifty percent of all bird songs go unrecorded.
Multiplexed avian modulations leave us
questioning our own questions.

Pylons loop...

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An ancient unknown city in the west somewhere 
Under the road it had a pipeline maze for water
How old the city people didn’t remember.
During a remote sweltering summer time
Before the start of debate on climate...

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Today is the day you show us your worth.
You recede,
you retract,
a retarded new birth.


This taking motion.

Your body paints on the canvas of its life,
an outpouring of you without control.
An abstract,
a schoolboy erraticism,
in colours not seen...

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The world's pace, unkept by a lagged mind
Advancement met only with reversion
Pursuit of yesterday, neglecting today
Failure promising, success fading
A summit of pride, crumbled to a plea. 

Volumes shy away, to an audible stay
Pulses unsettled by...

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On site of this forgotten Babylon
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in this annihilated place
What strange creature’s kin
to inhuman race
Dwell deep in antediluvian hells 
Uncanny things creep 
and scurry in forgotten realms
where Poseidon reigns in...

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INVASION OF DREAMLAND 


How is it that you still invade my dreams and stir up such feelings of desire?
Motives reproachful for me you had yet subconsciously suppressed you are'nt
Not a thought for you during waking...

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Under No Management



                                ...

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She’s not as dramatic as a hurricane or forest fire
Just someone’s old mother
Arranging her daily dignity
In an unrefrigerated apartment

She’s got a cushion chair
An oxygen tank
A bed
Her toilet
Weather Channel on the TV

She’s survived past her friends
The...

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The guide with his cheesy hat, and colorful umbrella
encourages us to: gather 'round.

His anecdotal spiel is by rote,
his shtick fact-slim and slick,
but it’s also my current gestalt
as I am dragged unwillingly
along by his ‘cliff-notes’ speech.

One...

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He assumed they were just not used
to the intricate mechanisms of a Browning Box camera.
Images of his young life never taken.
An undeveloped child, an unrecorded life.

At aged seven an awkward boy was caught
on an obligatory...

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First Verse: God created the heavens and earth
In the 27th, made his mistake, gave men they birth
and also blessed us with our greatest accomplice
a glorius, fair faced, and bodied enchantress
and then came our end, the...

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Initially, I was convinced
that she barked madly at the moon,
enraged to find that tasty bit
of cheese was out of reach again,
diurnal pantomime played out,
quixotic tiltings of the mind,
quotidian, unfiltered thoughts
best left to unrecorded dreams.

But unbeknownst...

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There has to be a sudden sunlight
breaking the mist and clouds.
A shaft of dazzling brightness
that lifts the murk completely
off the landscape.

Conditions must be just so,
then there it is
you are looking down
from the high moors into...

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Focused, concentrating 
 on some random 
   but persistent thought
 riveted in ruminations 
   fixed on point and purpose,
 ponderings deep and dark 
   in retrospective scrutiny;

Aged, antiquated, 
...

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The chirr of parched insect wings –
bible dust preaching
from long abandoned boots.

Baked into the sky
homesteads linger on the burnt stumps
of exhausted summers.

Dander creaks on dry porches,
wardrobes and rooms open 
in a denim haze.

Homesteaders planted a...

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