Long Welter Poems

Norwegian bachelor farmer days I never lived

Woebegone and egg foo young on you
meaning me of course
sidestepping a crucial positive
electric kool aid battery acid test
prior to pledging troth,
and tying Gordian knot
to strangulation point,
never fending for myself,
nor...

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Ever  so  ornamental                       
       ...

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South Of The (United States) Border...
(Reigns A Welter Of Disorder)

Caravans comprising multitudinous
     peoples plodded a steady course
analogous to iron filings drawn by
     strong magnetic force
gravitational pull generated

...

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Man, seldom a straightforward animal, 
Long lost in the deserts of weariness,
Wants to flee from a life of denial, 
Wallows no less still in piles of warm ash,
 
And feeling hurt, he nurses hidden strife,...

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Over saturation with 
welter weighted Yuletide
drenching world, web, wide
equal and/or greater
effort demands energy tide
to global warming,
lest apocalypse doth ride

high and mighty mandating,
inculcating, buoying... pride
toward planet Earth, the
apathetic, demonic, horrific,
plastic... malleable passive
can no longer run and...

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I can hardly wait reading welter of books...
courtesy Karen Windle a gift horse
ponied up late afternoon May18th, 2020
over roan nay bore lee volition. 

Unbeknownst how she raised (cane),
and loudly wrapped outside the door
every ounce of...

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Whether the weather 
necessitates to anchor 
     myself as a tether
when the frankenstorm 
     socks the east coast 
     shredding terrestrial 
 ...

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They’re playing bingo in the lounge bar,
between ten and dinner time,
pensioners arrive from near and far,
to try and win a bingo dime.
I’m watching from me usual stool,
and hear numbers shouted out,
while drinking beer that’s nice...

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~~~ {There's a crowd, there's a crowd, there's a crowd of 
loneliness} ~~~ 

Here I sit surrounded by party people bizz, buzzing gleefully. 
But I'm in the pits down in my zone, So I can...

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I begin as a covet, dulcet demure
pure in play, unbound to a dogma or tablature, a luscious lure,
I find that nerve of passion's verve nestled 'neath narcissistic comfiture
a covey of tingles taunting the ambition you...

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7. “Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold” (p. 124).

Somberness into existence...

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In the sea of  swirling dust that is our infinity
Held together by the breath of Divinity
Infinitesimal microdots are we
Yet megalomania rules our see.

Do ants blindly view themselves as lords of their world
In their intricately...

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Tongue twister line: 
From the rustic rover to Samuel Sanders,  they try to tickle the tongue with tricky tongue twisters. 

1. A rustic rover round the ricks ran restlessly,  and restive, he rushed...

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I fell to my knees and wept
Bound in aged skin
With the scars designed
I wept in chains 

And though the tears flowed
Still I burned again a hundred fold
As I lay my fist on quiet Earth
And died...

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(Fictional write)



A welter of details about that first day,
and to tell you it all, I propose...
Well, the sun it did shine
and the birds they did sing,
so that's how the background goes.

Walter came handsomely
into my day,...

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The echo of a thought lodged inside me, 
a disjointed welter of crushed feelings 
tinged with a sadness that finds no escape, 
haunts my sleep and takes on a dark shape.

My past joys now a...

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Rapid ideas sprinkle out of my dendrite village,
Flowing down my shoulders, landing on the best of days,
In kilter skelter felter welter milter belter jagged piles
in crazy, zany, silly, dark, ugly, horrible, unnatural, weird ways.
I watch...

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Only one scar, from a kid in Montana.
His mom had him placed in a field of lantana.

The kid was still smiling as smoke from his vest
plumed when the bullet slammed through his chest.

With a split...

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(The Kyoto Protocol, an international
treaty signed in December 1997, commits
member states to reduce their carbon
dioxide emissions.  The United States is
the only First World nation not to ratify
the treaty.) 

Spend it, squander, swill down, swallow,...

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Am beautifully hurt
Though, gracefully taught 

You still think am weak
While hesitatingly given a week

To plunge in his favourite hands
That combusted my convex bone cheeks 

Perhaps, i smelt that act of cabalism
At same time, was left...

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A welter of anxious faces gawks curiously at him,
But by now he is immune to the consternation. 
His effervescent expression glows,
As he swigs down their viscous repulsion.

He knows that they will desecrate his graveyard, 
Punishing...

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Wednesday, while waiting for the waiter, wanting some waffles at the Waldorf,
a woeful, wimpy, wall-eyed Walter, 
witnessed a wicked, wanton woman (who was wearing a wacky wardrobe and 
wiggling her whoppers)
waddle in walking with her...

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