Long Unsupervised Poems

As I hover over the darkened room, I wonder how I have gotten here. Did I die, was I 
dead? That was the only explanation I could think of for my disembodiedment. But 
concentration was...

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It was the summer of my 16th year. Mother encouraged me to spend part of my summer vacation with Granddad, a self-professed stoic. I reluctantly agreed, for he was a peculiar man. I couldn’t imagine...

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What do I see when I drive through my old neighborhood?

Not the familiar cookie cutter houses or the elementary school I attended with my friends. Instead…

I see my ten-year-old self clad in saddle oxford shoes...

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Unless you were bullied in school, you have no idea just how much of a toll the constant torment by others can take on you. I have never spoken of it and never wanted to...

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Coins stacked like leaning towers of tilted soldiers 
Oh the stories they could tell, well traveled
Phone rings, Hello, how may I help you? 
Receipt roll falls from the till, unraveled
 
Could you tell me where...

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Those teen moms are and/or will have been up to no good, especially by going to unsupervised parties, doing drugs, and stuff. They had their babies not too long ago, but they continue their out...

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I'm against teen pregnancy because it's a waste of time and energy. I'm against teen pregnancy because it'll alter the future of all teen boys and teen girls. So, every day, the parents had to...

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there is a body in your garden
exposed bones
exposed blood
exposed heart
laid bare

the walls of your garden 
watch the body with unease
The windows of your house
open onto your garden
and you watch, too, the body with unease

the trees...

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ButtercupShalimar was a cat, that was white
She was fluffy and furry and real girl girly.
One day, in a baskety in the bedrommy,
She had six kittiebabies with big, big loud cries . . .
Mew mew mew...

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Underage drinking has taken its tolls on all the teenagers today, including the ones under
the age of 21. It's been affecting the minds of all young people for years to come. I'm
told that drinking too...

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My first girlfriend was Verda Lee (who I still miss),
feels OK, though I'm sad now, we never did kiss,
her folks left town, no notice, could not stay in touch!
Both too young to write letters, and...

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To reclaim needless expenditure, allow the MP's to repay
No matter the total, let the law courts have their say

Now our economy has taken a turn for the best
Restructuring internally an injection of zest

Now, let's look...

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When I read
that we are all sculpted
upon his image
the first imprint appeared in front of my cognition
is that one of the parts sliding down the conveyor belt
just like at Fiat's

little pieces dropping in paper boxes
warily...

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Child abuse is more than bruises, 
While physical abuse is shocking 
Due to the scars it leaves, 
Not all child abuse is as obvious. 
Ignoring children's needs, 
Putting them in unsupervised, 
Dangerous situations, or 
Making...

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I was about almost four
Did not yet know how to swim
I was playing by the pool
Unsupervised, I fell in

I'm sure I fought screaming
To stay atop of the surface 
Splashing hectic and fast
No one close to...

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Moving on is what they all want to do,
But the victims can't because they are too traumatised,
Or their bodies too damaged,
Maybe even worse, with all contact in this world severed.

The parents of both victim and...

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In the mist of the journey’s penultimate mile,
at the edge of the fading fulcrum of future obscure,
at the door-step of dusk the sunset swansong resonates
for the forlorn essence silhouetted in confounding stillness.

The twirling threads of...

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It's a thin line travelled on a daring dustbin lid that caresses time. Dutiful are the Daisuke Daoism of daisies whose appearance is quite superb and unsupervised in a midday storm swish. Putting platters place...

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I remember being ticketed twice for running a stop sign.
The first was for not realizing that there was a stop sign.
The second was willful because I was driving a car with a
bad battery, and was...

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THE UNSUPERVISED STOP SIGN


        The illusive Aura far beyond consciousness hallucinates
        displaying fake luminosity on overambitious mind.
    ...

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I remember the days when Traffic Lights were obeyed.
Green meant Go, Amber ready to stop, Red you stopped and stayed.
Now you only do this if a red-light camera they did install.
If there is no camera,...

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Without a brake in sight,
Like a relentless flood, I might.
My emotions overflow,
Defying reason's flow.
I deceive myself; it's not one more of my flaws to write,
I'm weary of not grasping how, or when, or what's right.

I’m...

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Who says stop? Road signs, yes. But those who don’t like what is happening. The abused, the neglected, the rejected. Often ladies who don’t want to be fondled by the men they’ve accepted as dates...

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Without a brake in sight,
Like a relentless flood, I might.
My emotions overflow,
Defying reason's flow.
I deceive myself; it's not one more of my flaws to write,
I'm weary of not grasping how, or when, or what's right.

I’m...

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His name is Mr. Phire,
but he insist you call him R. Syn
He's a torch for hire,
if you need something set ablaze,
something smoking

Make the right down payment;
and have a full gas can, flick foolproof plan
If you...

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