Long Unremarked Poems

The trees bend now, nearly touch each other 
As they lean with age, over the roadway.
He glances up as he lifts the basket,
Every movement carefully taken;
There is no ease, no comfort in this rest.
Their trip...

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I have a source, still:
a singular supply, once hidden to me
-- not lost, but unremarked;
yet as I grew in skin and mind
one day I found its secret space.
When I was young the well
was always in...

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if anyone were to ask
was there a time
when the black umbrellas
folded
and the reign ended;
the crows again flew, stark
against the Summer sun;
the scent of roses threw
their stain along the tendrils
of the wind;
and the quiet of a...

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Wearing glasses helps vision but also disguises,
With sunglasses blocking some nasty surprises,
They can’t change eye color like contacts can do,
(Though both cut UV rays and hence cataracts too!)

Some see glasses as jewelry; I think that’s...

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By middle-age he became unseen
as he slipped by unnoticed
through a changing world.

When down town,
he walked unremarked among
the throng
though he clearly heard
fanfares, and the regal cry of celestial eagles
announcing his presence everywhere.

Head up he strode past...

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Me...flawed private facade
Unmasked public despair
Looked upon and onto buildings
Filling open space
Galaxy crossing,nation wide
Devils in disguise spat in the 
face
*spits*
Of the one who makes you
Remorseful and unremarked
Deeply undermined
Gradually tormented
But yet successful
So I ask
"Who are you to...

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What does the poet write about
When all feelings fail,
When the ennui on which youth’s pretentions
embarked
Are the wallpaper of the frail mind
Unmentioned, unremarked,
When even thoughts of suicide
Would require some passion
(That has long ago since died)
And some...

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This isn't the end
But the unshakable gloom
Hangs overhead
Feelings detaching
With each deceased moment
The shredded fragments drift
Sauntering through the darkness
Of what once was

Sleep fails me
Regret blankets me
Wrapped in a profound state
Of contorted feelings
A numb beat
Encompassing every motion
Every...

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Can you ever really lose 
  what you’ve never really had
  
Can you ever be good
  if you’ve never been bad

Can you ever pose a question
  that’s never been asked

Can the...

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it might be
kids growing weed-like to manhood 
or my wanting to be with you 
time trickles elusively
I try to hold on 
it drips 
honey from my hands 
yawning to the ground 
washed away in the...

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Night following day
Commonplace and unremarked
Scales fall from our eyes
Starlight pierces mind and soul
God revealed if one but looks!





A poem dedicated to my friends Eileen, Mary Jo and Anne-Lise. Thank you for you patience with me.
with...

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