Long Wastrel Poems

A born lioness my untamed heart? ha! 
a mouse, this pulsing token ruled by unruly wants
at times given, traded or stolen - sometimes
thrown down on a dare to be won or lost 
till it became...

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Famous poets dedication series, Part One

I.

O' Man Of Perishable Earth

O' priest of golden sun
where hides thy black heart
Pray each day, dark deeds undone
in light, great wisdom impart

O' master of ink and pen
where...

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THE STRANGER MAN (2)

They who posses tire
out and loose more
in keeping.
As homeowner never
have I felt at home
But closer home as
squatter and
settler.
The crop man crops
his way through
life,
The dry cleaner
cannot subdue the
muck;
The well heeled
can’t afford inner
balm with...

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Clouds spiral down and curl around to touch me
—not those western drizzle shrouds
baring a sad soul of mizzle misery 
...though I adore a good wallow in sorrow  —no 
these clouds come from yonder bluebird...

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A Day with My Barber


First he overcharged me the cut ‘fare’
As a fine for shaving my greying hair
  Then I learned his screwball motive;
“Growin’ more grey I’d like you to fear
  “Appreciate me...

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Blue Iris, 
Grimoire gondolas steal unbound human yawns,
Each Charon poised with sallow spear along the River:
Austere laughter of headless boughs 
sipping grave-scented spiritual kisses.

Gruel to Drinking Fear you do coerce,
Till evil flees the dawn within...

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Don't lie to me. Don't half-truth to me,
like some craven jar, wide of mouth and
full of capricious weather. And never sing 
to me tunes not of your own making

I am not yours to pawn, as...

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If I could comprehend the constant rhythm
slow breath 
as if in one first soft impress
the indefatigable resolution
I embodied a warming tide
habitant in a miracle
extant of a souls immortal
upon these initiatory eyes   

Such is...

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Ode to Fanny 

Her start in life was rather poor
with wastrel parents, ones to abhor
She avoided living in the gutter
Earning enough for her bread and butter

Her break in life came rather later 
Before, bigamy and...

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Dad, You Suffered Me


You looked to the North
I stared to the West
My desire gone forth
I thus failed your test.

"My eyes are not blind,
"and ideas quite alright."
I turned from behind
led by leisure's light!!

   ...

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There stood a witch stirring her cauldron, old and pocked, she was quite the gorgon;
And that malicious crone did her wicked work for the Devil:
Satan, that King of all vile sins, who smiles with his...

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alliterative blank verse

Wanting to show myself worthy -
work was not one of my weapons.
Weakly, I worded my secret --
“I wish of your wealth my fair share.”

Worried and warned by the world’s ways,
father willingly stood my...

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I’ve ever minded to live or to die,
Always striving life and eluding death;
There’s no end to live or be dead.

All it takes there’s to celebrate,
But my life is not a celebration;
There must be wastrel for...

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When I write you a letter, you had better reply!
All the time it eats up isn't easy to come by.
Do you think that I've got nothing better to do
Than to squander myself on a wastrel...

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O Melancholy, my home-alone friend,
with Indolence conspiring to mark time,
with best intentions, and thoughts unpenned,
and faded vision, as the perfect rhyme,
so almost, so not quite, so very close,
distracted by my wastrel amigos.

If I could somehow...

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O Melancholy, my home-alone friend,
With Indolence conspiring to mark time,
With best intentions, and thoughts unpenned,
And faded vision, as the perfect rhyme,
So almost, so not quite, so very close,
Distracted by my wastrel amigos.

If I could somehow...

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I’ve been around this world awhile,
have had my ups and downs.
I think were I to tally them,
I’ve had more smiles than frowns.

I want to live each day as though
it is the very last,
for I have...

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I made myself a wastrel
  an orphan of my choice

And severed all my family ties
  in search of my own voice

I left without once looking back
  the present straight ahead

The past redundant,...

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Kabanga V Kabanga


"Turn over another cheek,
  "whenever one's clapped."
"No. Sign of being weak
  "maxim must be rapped!"

"Give Love to your neighbour
  "as to Self you'd wish
"No. Silly and futile labour
  "he'll...

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