Long Watchtowers Poems

Every second, every minute, every single thought about you
Wonders of this still could be too good to be true
Fluttering in my heart, palpitations go amiss
I yearn for the touch of your skin, and I constantly...

Read More

Chapter 14d (King Ptolemy the second, cont.)

https://www.amazon.com/Odyssey-Africa-adventures-Phil-Salmon/dp/197392479X


“And upon the open ocean
Far from land in roving sail-ships
How to find the congregations 
Of the sharks and rays and tuna

“Where the seabirds thresh the water
Diving after shoals of...

Read More

Chapter 12 (c) The Fireflower (continued)

So forthwith it was decided 
That upon the next day’s dawning 
They would send a party swiftly 
Inland by a river valley  
 
They would climb to highland forest...

Read More

Five gray, silver, and white haired crones
Navigated slimy green stones
Like tight rope walkers
Having been summoned by the wind talkers
They crossed a shallow creek
Each feeble and weak
They entered consecrated woods
Wearing cloaks and hoods
Upon awareness of being...

Read More

Eons ago, near two flowing rivers in old China 
Lived an old, white clothed man ninety-nine years of age 

Who glared at two mountains he knew from his long-dead childhood 
Who glared at the giants...

Read More

She's on the Verge
Joe cool
She talks to her hand
like seriously duh
the joke im not telling
we used to be witches writing poetry in coffee shops
smoking pot in serene gardens
and if it wasn't for Ginger my dog
that...

Read More

Unworthy of the Watchtowers gaze
No gentle guiding dove
A million miles away, was He
The God I chose to love

Abused, my innocence defiled
By those I’m taught to trust
My words rebuked, my soul beguiled
As nails that turn to...

Read More

Words hanging from parched branches confused and betrayed

Under a canopy of shadows in the recess of belittled thoughts

A prison of speechlessness bereft of expression and meaning


Letters motionless in disarray fighting lost battles lonely at heart

Starved...

Read More

Stone elongated nearly 4 thousand miles,
across the country of china, smiles.
The 16th century would see many small,
fortifications become a great wall.
The long wall's surface area is massive,
thus far, nothing man made has surpassed it.
Born of...

Read More

What lesser mortals? 

What lesser mortals
than Rimbaud
claim themselves 
a poet within 
another self, 
for there is more 
than just one self

depending on the
time and day 
and nothing 

is as it seems
at first, 
we are born...

Read More

There she was moments before
she flew away from the snare
in your arms a songless owl.

Strewn pictures on the floor, half-hearted
sketches of her face, her forgotten
velvet shawl with a cheap cologne that is priceless to your...

Read More

There she was moments before
she flew away from the snare
in your arms a songless owl.

Strewn pictures on the floor, half-hearted
sketches of her face, her forgotten
velvet shawl with a cheap cologne that is priceless to your...

Read More

Special offer for forbidden fruit two for the price of one

Discounted pleasure until ultimate stock clearance lasts

		Adam’s apples included

		Unisex versions available

		Sustainable and organic

Nails and planks for the eye flat-packed easy to assemble

Build your own bloody...

Read More

I        smelled rebirth           as       the      petrichor ...

Read More

Islands in the Stream

Islands linked together like forged argent charms, 
In straights of silent, surging currents,
Where Watchtowers of Fresnel lens sound fog sirens
Where sacred shoals harbor shame forgiven;
Lightships built high on cribs and Keys of...

Read More

There is a war of rage being waged.
I want to run into the heat I feel,
And fight to save global souls,
Not ease into the frost surreal.

I hear my commander’s voice,
Calling me out to come and...

Read More

I slide and  heave with brittle bones
along this pitch black tunnel , 
twisting, rolling, writhing  in  a sea of  tar.
Vapors hot and sticky 
taunt my nose,  
as thoughts of orange-red...

Read More

Brexit Sonnet No. 46
‘A Brexit Gift’
 

What larks! A Brexit gift with double bow,
A tale of two shires with border slung between.
As cameras flash, a cashing stream doth flow
To feed and nourish London’s clear air...

Read More

Oh, the directions
My god..

South in the mind, the ripping
How it tears us all to pieces 
Then just as fast, a smiling child
Clutching onto a skirt 

North, the stretch of asphalt 
That disappears never 
And can...

Read More