Long Wend Poems

Goodness, I nearly lost my balance on the spiral seashells and broken sea stone chipping matrix.
My quaint obsession with marine life and that skyline paradox blossoming so tantalisingly,  might be a source of some...

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The strong gust of wind was cut off from its source; a frigid early spring blast that swept across a lofty mountain range, high above British Columbia.

It then encircled one of the lesser peaks and...

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"The Well of Tender Moorings"



Deep as the coolest deep dark well
Seeking sanctuary in thy fathomless ocean,
The immaculate buoyant waters of thy untamed soul
I lie between thy corporeal shoulder blades and muscles
Bathed in thy efflorescence, the...

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From north, south, east and west 
This is the town to beat the rest,
Where history and present blend
As through its many streets you wend. 

Where once a monastery so great
From every view would dominate,
Where Pilgrims...

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August 13th, 2021 – twenty two years since...

Wicked bad designed day poem originally crafted
then alternately titled for no particular rhyme nor reason: 
courtesy Doctor Donald Dossey  
who coined paraskevidekatriaphobia. 

August thirteenth nineteen hundred and...

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(alternately titled: courtesy Doctor Donald Dossey  
who coined paraskevidekatriaphobia 

August thirteenth nineteen hundred and ninety nine
forever etched in annals of my personal infamy
as one still sending hair raising shivers down my spine
which following unpleasant...

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"Before the party begins,"
said the Permaculturist to her pupils,
Yang on the Left,
Yin twins on Right,
processing nondually,
"a brief reminder.
of how to enter a room with appropriate balance."

"This Party Door to life is not hinged for the...

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Dozing before take-off. Patients etherized and unable,
Evening  spread into the distance
Silly solitaire cards spread on pull-down table. 
I  hate toves with  imagined importance
Giving direction to momeraths who do not need  it....

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Fielding Culver stepped off the west-bound train,
and gazed up on the towering Front Range,
it was a cool morn, eighteen sixty-nine,
he’d been sent out west, his brother to find.

He set up in a hotel in Green...

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I’ve died many times
And not been reborn.
Nine lives were mine; 
Now two.  Or three.  
Or one; 
This one, the last.
I am the cat,
But that’s not the answer.

I am for you to tell.

My kind...

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~~~ 
Hiking through a woodland glen 
as mellow shards 
of sunset bend 
to capture 
bright 
in waters clear 
reflections 
caught 
from mountains shear 

The silhouette sings twilight's best 

Enchanting beauty 
north by west 

'Twas then...

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...For the remainder of the war
he kept to himself, since he knew
making friends set you up for pain,
there was naught to look forward too.

The months passed and Lee surrendered,
the war came to its brutal end,
Emmet...

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Don’t the years go quick?
It’s another birthday BBQ
It’s that time of year again
When acquaintance is renewed

When family and friends
Come affably together
To eat a hearty meal outdoors
And sod the English weather

The beer and wine is chilled
The...

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The Gift
                                 ...

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Natural soporific narcotic

Recurrent suicidal thoughts 
vaingloriously wend along winding road
within windmills of my mind
(o'er a death cab for cutie weeknd)
yakking, yanking, and yawking zeal
becalming this crash test dummy rolling
stone temple pilot inxs
of maroon 5 plus...

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Nature made convenient sluice, 
when pool water did wend
     down the gentle slope 
     describing gargantuan wetsuit vend
 
er steadily chugging, chiseling, 
    ...

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You asked me for a dance one night, ’twas late one New Year’s Eve,
and as I held you in my arms, your shape did wend and weave;
a sudden kiss as midnight struck (I thought it...

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And way too early for her night before, 
Came banging trucks outside her door,
She wrapped up in a robe to meet the cold
forestry men with the powered saws,

Twenty minutes later the maple tree was gone,
Fifty...

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jeezis …

didn’t you know?
you HAD to know
you were there, too
you felt it -
you said so
before I said a WORD
you had expressed it …
perfectly
you were the river I swam up
slow
deep
pristine
warm and welcoming …
touch, caress, kiss, impel,...

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hanging in the air
humidity’s heaviness . . .
the river’s slow crawl


On the Mississippi lies the beautiful little city where I once lived. How many times I trudged up inclined streets; or leaning forward, red-faced and...

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shadowed ...

the China hills
like little pills set on end
and stairs that wend to the moon
so far from June, he thought
wrought now with frustration
on the ramp of the station
her - taking the express
in his favorite dress...

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The path led to rose bushes cul de sac.
Early in the morning, we sat down to rest.
Dewdrops are still shining on the track.
At our feet, a swarm of ladybugs, deft. 
Petrichor arose as the July rains...

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In the dusky depths where dreams dance daringly,
A story whispers, woven with whispered wonders,
Beneath the branches of a brooding, barren tree,
Where shadows linger, lost like forgotten echoes.

Each phrase a fragment, fused with fleeting feelings,
Artistry adorns...

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shadowed ...
the China hills
like little pills set on end
and stairs that wend to the moon
so far from June, he thought
wrought now with frustration
on the ramp of the station
her - taking the express
in his favorite dress,...

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recurrent suicidal thoughts vain
     gloriously wend 
     (o'er a death cab for cutie weeknd)
     yanking zeal

becalming this crash test dummy rolling 
 ...

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