Long Unscheduled Poems

The old man turned his head, his ear pointing towards the door. Through the mundane sounds of everyday life he heard a faint song. It wasn’t clear, barley noticeable but the music was there playing...

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Did you read the news yet?
There are unscheduled blood moons popping up everywhere. 
Just yesterday one in New Jersey and another in Illinois.
Blood moon, blood moon, what do you really mean?
Is it that you are...

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Sirens, alarm bells and unscheduled drills
Intended to teach us emergency skills
On land we might jump up and run for the trees
But where does one run in these vast frigid seas

It has to be said that...

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Battery (for Hyundai Sonata) Needed Today

Frugality worn by fiat generated
by alternate fickle finger of fate,
the plus side being said vehicle
parked here in public Salem's lot,
where I live with said diabolical mate

at highland manor apartments
penury run...

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While others writers think of love
you’ve shat on that pure white dove.
Before on and on, I must go,
I’m telling others of what I know.

Love to ride the ‘Royal Scotsman,”
but this train I’m on is full...

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When a class is boring, the air can feel close and rebreathed - not a comfortable feeling for a COVID child. When the class is finally over, it’s like you’ve escaped something.

Did you know an...

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i stood looking outside
listening to the rain 
with its long slender fingers
tap a tune against my window

squeegees in hand
i could see 
the troops of drops
clean the air
for a clearer view
while on their descent

people
some walking 
holding their umbrellas 

others...

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My Reward
	
	
	No alarm clock these days. 
	I don’t have to be in class at 9:30 any longer, 
	attempting to convince other sleepy people
	that I know what I’m talking about, 
	so I’m slow to rise, 
	but...

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it’s the mistakes,
the ****ups, the things that
“go wrong,” which make
up the spice of life, which
illustrate the memories that
divide the passive livers from the
doers who find themselves
fond of the life they’ve lived in
retrospect---
just think of the...

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Bubble-Itch
           By Odin Roark

Like a wheel of endless births
Our personal bubble rolls and undulates
From first breath to death
Through meditations of desire
Shopping malls and jails
Farms
Caves
Rotten downtowns
Penthouse...

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Beyond the blue ... 
sailing past the farthest tearful kiss blown
Hoping for clear skies ahead,
as my Aussie eyes see wallaby clouds
joyfully jumping by

From Perth to Sydney,
a dragging anchor of parting sadness
has dropped to the deep

Last...

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The cab was outside, it was 1:00 a.m. The snow was falling on this chilly night.
Her face was confused her eyes meeting mine, her little hand, holding mine tight.
We had two bags that night, plus...

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Friends,
Trumpians,
EcoFeminists

We gather here
to no longer hear divisions
across a win/lose 
zero-sum aisle
so we can see revisions
within a win/win
nonzero-exponential
future free of buried guile.

Green flowing fullness
no longer mourned
for lost love of deep theistic
preculturing wealth
buried in steep 
sacred indigenous
metaphoric...

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Sleep's suspended awareness as nothingness reigns.
It's when bedding is mussed and disheveled is hair.
It's a welcome escape, anesthetic for pains,
And a physical must--time for rest and repair.

Sleep's a snooze or repose, nodding off, or a...

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I CAN’T SEE, IS THAT A FOUNTAIN OR A MOUNTAIN?

Do you see that mountain which towers us to ants
If a dude climbs that he’s got to get short of  breath and 
patenttly pants
There are...

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Anacreontic

Yes, she will come
The warming one.
May kisses cascade
On Spring as she fades.
Calendars are wrong
Summers come along
Some unscheduled day
Secreted by May.

Stroll in fun June
Who holds the moon
To gaily display
As her own balloon.
Watch June move sure
For the...

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A kaleidoscope 
Of disturbing and enigmatic images 
Flash now before my mind’s eye. 

A cerebral menagerie, 
Painted from long forgotten memories 
That were tucked secretly away 
In the back corner of my mental studio, 
Are...

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MY DREAM VACATION

Sharing juicy oranges on a dusty Spanish pavement
The cloudless sky offers no respite from the relentless sun
Free of time concerns, we cycle to our next ad-lib adventure
Guided by suggestions not structure
Blown by the...

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Written by Gail DeBole on October 16, 2014
Updated on October 21, 2014

Note: All unscheduled times are for unplanned miracles.

Monday – 1:00 a.m. - Protect William so that he survives a tragic car accident.
  ...

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This is an age old story
it could be a country song.
Some may find it enchanting
while others say it’s wrong.

I like home automation
and the feeling of control
the response to simple voice
commands seems to satisfy my soul.

I...

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A black fly in midwinter
has burgled the warm air of the kitchen.

It struggles for height,
a brittle-winged air-bender
reaching for plateaus,
higher footstools,
grasping for spice shelves
or the slope of a slick cooker hood.

The splutter
of an over-revved engine,
the bolted...

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Bay area's crown jewel, The Claremont,
Where age 24 Steve Jobs and I talked,
Well, him--as to the future--I was shocked,
The guy aimed high, humble, who want for naught.

An unscheduled stop by a young Prince Charles,
That shook...

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We Are Having

The deafening stillness she made of the unspoken, as another example of my roaring disclosure, passes. 

As I look at her back of perpetual moving lips, I observe from following trying to learn...

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A day when everything goes your way 
   I must be doing something wrong

when you do everything on your checklist
   Haven't I forgotten something? 

when all those checks arrive in the...

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Ghost Train

Through relentless twisted shadows a whistle stop emerges from the hallows
Wispy trails from cold stone yards gather - dance macabre - murmurs of ghostly chatter
Unseen innocents wait to ride again - empty echoes scream...

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