Long Velum Poems

SPEECHLESS SPOKEN WORD ARTISTE

So if my vocal folds can’t collaborate to produce sounds to communicate loudly to your beautiful mind that I have an endless mission of loving you, can’t there be any mere articulation...

Read More

*original poem follows the Dramatic Monologue

Dramatic Monologue by a Coldcocked Husband

Yes, you know my wife is nuts,
no ifs, but oh her butt.
Mercilessly, I fell hard
for that cupid-heart face,
eyes that were bluebird happiness cute.
She hit on...

Read More

A second hand book shop watches the Sunday rain
beat against a resentful pavement. Its second hand
door opens up its second hand world to second
hand people, carrying first class money.

The newly welcomed, carrying in second hand...

Read More

I noticed that
 even in death
 lilies held beauty,
 arched to one side,
 white petals
 glistened in the light

There were poems
 in their drooping folds.
 I reached into a void.
 They cascaded
 onto my fingers,
...

Read More

The day seems long
the night longer
waiting
in treacle time,

oozing hours 
drip molasses minutes, 
toffee apple sticky seconds. 
The peculator coffee hisses
as I sit reading the newpaper,

the mechanical clock strikes 
midnight in heavy chimes
that drag night, spawning...

Read More

The voice is mine and yet not,
I have nurtured it, both goaded,
and placated it,
until its tongue is as liquid as molten
silver.

It is not human, never was.
It came to me as a stray dog would,
though it...

Read More

inflamed by its sputtering,
cavity muttering-
opened by oaken and metal frame fluttering,
lapsing from pavement and pierced into meat.

uttered uncomfortably, aortas ushering,
sizing in varicose clumps that then gush and bleed-
underneath-
addling- 
marrow now callousing,
blood pools in pockets that...

Read More

Physical is the coat I wear-out
in the elements – the ephemeral
shell of me, and not the yoke, man's 
embryo of spiritual wealth...longevity of 
experience and immortal growth – 

True! -- of the Eternal Now in...

Read More

Bittersweet, sorrowful, the air tonight tasted.
A gentle breeze swirled around and into me.
With each breath, I drank in the ambiance-
Fragrant, the autumn evening rushed me;
a smooth and potent red wine that
opened my disillusioned consciousness.
I surrendered...

Read More

My life is very insular, I move from page to page
never straying far from words which prance upon the written stage.

like a sputtering engine my tongue tangles on a phrase
I rub my eyes, red and...

Read More

For all the planning
and learned preparation
poetry remains part
mystery

a write only dimly solvable

a poet wisely advised to
proudly accept 
all credits, while adhering failures 
to sacrificial muses, 

the lambs should 
be accustomed by now
to writers’ confiscations
and slanders

our...

Read More