Long Unsung hero Poems

Ink roached infestation didst derive within mice elf

Minor emendations to following
just posted verse
oversight to correct dissatisfaction,
yours truly I do curse
ah... methinks if hands of time 
can be made to go in reverse
a more exemplary version
to...

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Ink roached infestation didst derive within mice elf

Thus writer of these words
forever mus lee experiencing 
craving to eat cheese,
a milk product 
eternally preserved within 
annals, chronicles, epistles, 
et cetera of human civilization 
and it's discontents...

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Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat...

who suffered cuts by a thousand knives.

Even as old (dish) married 
(spooning) curmudgeon, 
who receives social security disability 
linkedin with social anxiety)
chose the fork less traveled 
aye pucker with...

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When does phenomenal moment of existence occur...?

Otherwise titled: Regaling eldest sibling
delineating her sixty third successful orbit
around the sun December first 2021.

About consciousness who can tell
After haploid gametes
able, eager, and ready
to yield eukaryotic (diploid) cell?

What triggers...

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Riding through the walls of my brain.
A non-perfect symphony 
Slides through the edges of my hand.
Did we forget?

Sengbe Pieh:
Bound by blood and sweat.
Your fate was doomed the day you were born.
Sold out by one of...

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The bags under her eyes are very heavy,
You call them her luggage 
Why does she handle so much luggage ?
Because she keeps moving foward never forgetting her past 
Her cry cries out,
Sweet mother, salty tears.
Where...

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Vivid flashbacks from bloodshed battles
his soul still ravaged by devious dictators,
cries from fallen comrades still echo in his mind,
but he continues to walk upon a path of pandemonium. 

Reluctantly he ventures forward with
vengeance portrayed through...

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Her eyes open to a sunrise that fades in shades bright from its early black
Another day with the weight of the world on her shoulders and a void at her back
But she gets up and...

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Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat

Even as old (dish) married 
(spooning) curmudgeon, 
who receives social security disability 
linkedin with social anxiety)
chose the fork less traveled 
aye pucker with sunken cheeks,
(especially without dentures)
and raspily suction...

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Africa Kills Her Sun in Ken Saro-Wiwa short story
So far the greatest short story  i've ever read
Where the blackest pen lives
With the blackest ink with the darkest hue
Yet the blackest truth out there even...

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January 17th, 2020, a moost memorable outing at Collegeville Diner

A hardy acknowledgement yessiree
to the blessed sister Amelie worthy
of such beloved, devoted,
feted husband Rich truly
bestowed predicated upon
random chain of events

i.e., accidental, biological,
and genealogical happenstance prithee
applauding, apprising,...

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I crown the missus "champ impractical joker"

Unbeknownst the wife appeared unusually upbeat,
she did pretend and succeed
to give yours truly a special treat
aforementioned item alluded to purchased
at Liberty Ministry thrift store

3841 Ridge Pike
(some miles further east
same...

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Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat

Even as old curmudgeon, aye pucker
and raspily suction toothless mouth
drawing reminiscent guffaws affecting
attempt impersonating plumber
(think unclogging toilet)
please support your local bummer

back in the day one
long haired pencil neck geeks...

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Radical planet friendly measures
equals earning kudos as unsung hero
(think environmental/carbon footprint)
nearly absolute zero
while global population quarantine
suspension of civil rights
would never fly with trumpeting pharaoh.

Since United States economically crippled
(as well rest of world wide web)
courtesy coronavirus...

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Eulogy For An Unsung Hero ©

The late John Sidney McCain III,
     now flies with Arrow Smith,
     Babbitt, and Jefferson Airplane
five days shy of his
   ...

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Unsung Hero – My Mom


My Mom has always been unassuming, never flashy,
But her name deserves to be up in bright neon lights.
My magnificent Mom, Olegaria, is my hero!
In her eyes, no one is a zero,
And...

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The Lies of Michael Moron

Among the left and the delusional
He is the unsung hero
As long as you don’t fact check
And live in a world called reality

An advocate who lies and twists statistics
I invite the man
Go...

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The child stands valorous before the door
    With nary a tinge of fear or dread.
Armed with a spatula and a pancake flipper...
    She wears a stewing pot on her...

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Breathless as a summer sun, glowing
Intimate, like the kiss or touch
Light, whispering joy over the spirit, flowing
With tenderness – gentling even 
The darkness, the doubt, the dread
Echoes that drift uneasy through my head
Heavy as the...

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What does love really mean?
or is a vision like a dream.
we're traveling down the same road
with different types of endings 
why do we always feel alone
until we're almost grown 
due to always hide ourselves 
from...

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I thought for a moment that 
he never felt the PAINS, 
When he beared the 
burden of our guilts and 
STAINS.
You can't imagine what he 
went THROUGH, 
for him to wipe away all of 
our...

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the trepidation-monger 

offers his wares

at a discount

sneaks in a price hike in

every now and then

relabels panic and anxiety

three for the price of two

best before tomorrow


he serves a long queue 

hyperinflation

calls for more worries

and he dispenses

feelings...

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Upon poised to strike unsuspecting prey
oft times myself she doth cannibal eyes
everything her sight coalescing, whereby her
occipital orbs gleam fiery poker hot embers
ferocious roars of ear splitting hunger pangs

deafen wolf, and/or any other unlucky fauna
paralyzed...

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Sonia Esmee Florence Butt   ( work in progress )

The year 2014 comes to a close
Another unsung hero passed on, from a time long ago
Poets free to express our thoughts
Due to the bravery of...

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Unsung Hero – The Soldier

Warily he stood at the corner,
Wondering which way to turn.
A weary smile on his faded brow,
As he held out an old worn-out hat hoping for handouts,
A few miserly pennies or perhaps,...

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