Long Wags Poems

Highlight of Goofus and Gallant 
bred within the survival instinct 
of hungry hordes of prey, 
when Earth in the balance 
against an uncomfortable truth 
smug smurf like scavengers. 

     Punishment meted...

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The weather was fine today so I decide to go outside and play
I didn't have a plan but I was consistent with the weather man
I stepped out of the house and walked down the empty...

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Finding a new hiding place
the grass cutters cherish
not taking advantage is deemed extremely foolish.

Taking note of the lady who seems Scottish 
and protected by her beauty and charisma 
is a situation meant for me to...

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A dawning twilight's me. Oh, joy. Oh, what a joy. This day. Oh, what a day. A breath bestills my eyes and I, e'er slight, a deeper breath that reopened them and myself to a...

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Such a nose had Ol’ Blue.
Best in south Missouri... everybody knew.
Could smell a pheasant across the plain.
Could point a covey in a hurricane.
That’s the way the legend goes.
Ol’ Blue had a “magic nose.”
 
As Blue got...

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“Reflective Eyes”
by Jason Palm
06-11-2015

Innocence,
lingering...
lying in wait,
unable to feel the blessings yet to come.

Do you see it? Do you hear it?
Is it what you dream of?

Cries of pain and joy awaken,
sparks of life ignite, 
your time...

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Eccentric kook's reasonable rhyme zigzags

Doggone poet laureate
wannabe his index finger wags
nonverbally naysaying those,
who doubt mine posthumous
fame and fortune, which snags
eternal renown within pantheon
of storied writers such foolhardiness nags
yours truly keeps bad company with hags
unemployed day...

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It’s great living in a country town that still can offer peace,
when I come home from a stressful day to finally release
all the tension from a hectic job, that near leaves me in a heap,
and...

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Can I keep him, please, dear mother?
     I found him down the road.
I've been to all the neighbors,
     And this is what I'm told.
"That's not my dog...

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He wore his perfect set of wings. They were quite impressive. The angel had agreed to be interviewed under dimmer lights than he was used to, humbled himself under the wagging tongue of the media.

So,...

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ENOUGH!

I felt deaf from the ‘noise’ of information,
constantly butting, buzzing against my mantra of:
“The quieter you are… the more you… hear!”
At present, my lifestyle felt media manipulated:
tv, radio, newspaper, mobile, computer.. ad infinitum!
Besieged by endless...

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Our story began behind bars with the broken,
Displaying our armor with truths left unspoken.
Through the gates each day, our counselor hats on,
Where pain wore a face, and hope felt long gone.

You, with your wisdom and...

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Econo Lodge sign
       High
        On
        Its
      Pylon

Best we can do
For...

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A woman of thousand hands,
Never I could imagine,
When I was just Ten,
My Mother said she has,
At twenty five, after my marriage,
I really found those thousand hands,
Attached very close to my arms,
And I am still pleading...

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To my dearest dear…
Writing for you…first time..
Hope you are doing fine,
All these days being with you
You gave me back once again
Those gleeful days of mine.
It really matters to me a lot
All those days spend with...

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Tongue Study

Tongues
Steady it wags
needing to know
more, about the
the very thing that
causes wars.
peace and pain.
I study my tongue.            
Much has been said
about the tongue yet
how...

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Zits!

Pus problems ... oozing wipe love,
has got them innocent bite fangs showing
That baby drac queen moon face turning
into a teenage mutant turtledove

Cold cream cyber hits

Another three-day seclusion ... 
chained to a marred model illusion
Hip adolescent...

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III

This is the land of the convectional rains
Which vie on the monsoon back scrubbing streets
This is the land at half-past four
The rainbow rubs the chilli face of the afternoon
And an evening-morning pervades the dripping, weeping
Rain...

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Rumors spread like a flood seeping through the streets
That an adult black panther, kept as a pet, had escaped,
And was now prowling around the back alleys in town, according to the tweets.
Big cat far too...

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This is a poem written by my mother, under her, "nom de plume", 
Genevieve St. Cyr.

The mechanical bird covered with diamonds, sings only 
waltzes until the insides give way, and the sound 
of his craft...

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I’m on my way into the grocery store
when I see him huddled near the shop doorway
In his outstretched hand
an empty coffee cup
I throw in a coin or two 
smile, and ask his name
I’m Jack ma’am’...

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Nomadic Hearts

Seems just yesterday simple Jane's heart kept perfect time. Ticking, never losing a beat. Days seemed good. Nights seemed hopeful.

The streets of her town, barren of big city chaos, knew calm. Knew boring. Knew...

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Felix is dead

I have a tail, huge teeth
Which I only use for food
I love the pack leader
I walk with him each day
But I’ve heard a rumour
Someone new is coming to stay

I bite through toys and
My...

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I can’t walk out on this feeling, 
Cigarette burns phantom-project onto
The backs of my hands like leprosy, 
Hackles rise on the nape of my neck, 
Ghostly pliers wrench my fingernails out, 
Dripping protoplasm, blood and...

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Then, he'll tell you how sweet they are, and how much they liked his wife's Beef 
Stew.   Awww shucks, them boys love it so much they had a second helping, Hot 
Diggity Dog...

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