March Poems

Aren't we tired of all this doom and gloom?
come to my paradise - no elephant in the room;
no floods, no virus, welcome to be one of us,
we know that we're transitory - so why all the fuss?

We may as well...Read More

Over eighty years ago, my father
made a miniature Model T Ford
from scratch to scale out of
paper, paint, cardboard, wire and glue.
He could cradle it in his palm
the size of a small teapot,
half globe used like a cake cover,
glossy black chassis,...Read More

Y-our
S-plendid
A-ura
N-icely
G-lows

L-etting
O-pen
M-ind
E-xactly
R-emember
I-nteresting
O-ccasion

Topic: Birthday of Ysang Lomerio (March 11) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...Read More

“Nobody likes a clown at midnight.”       Stephen King


CLOWN AT THE ABYSS


Darkroom abscessed 
with neon blush and black-blood —
sunken eyes look surprised
to find oneself in a dank dungeon.
Fecal stench, not humorous,
screams on each bold painted-on...Read More

A chronological anthology
Of legends, folk lore and mythology
There’s no one called Eric
Or Ethel or Derek
For which I shall make no apology

Samson just got himself sheared
Delilah had cut off his beard
She cut off his hair
Then headed ‘down there’
And cut off far...Read More

As I sit here writing my next prose,
It has begun to snow,
Its beauty over shadows the end result.

I know that come tomorrow I will need
to shovel the driveway,
If I want to get out and about.

Then I start thinking about the...Read More

Rejoicing amidst triumphant delight
My heart joins you toward gratefulness’ height
For your altar date of partnership might
With your fervently prayed-for Mr. Right.

I ask God to bless your jubilant flight
From being Miss to Mrs. Lady Bright
As you gladly walk by faith, not...Read More

A friendly leprechaun in verdant green
Painted St. Patty’s Day’s first lively scene
Did lots of drinking
Which stopped his thinking
Bubbling over with March madness steam


...Read More

(1)         At the Edge of the Valley of Echoes

Little is written of The Valley of Echoes
Though many have halted at Valley’s edge
For few there are that would wander further
Where only unsettled wander,...Read More

E-merge successful, 
Q-uitting not the clash or fight, 
D-efend your true faith.

Topic: Birthday of Elisa Q. Demillo (March 11) 
Form: Haikustic...Read More

When Pigs Fly
by Michael R. Burch

On the Trail of Tears,
my Cherokee brothers,
why hang your heads?
Why shame your mothers?
Laugh wildly instead!
We will soon be dead.

When we lie in our graves,
let the white-eyes take
the woodlands we loved
for the hoe and the rake.
It...Read More

‘What good´s permitting some prophet of doom? To wipe every smile away …’


The orator grins at his drunken audience through make up and mask

Opens the cabaret’s veil in the theatre of forsaken minds on the run

Champagne flows from magic fountains...Read More

Gypsies

Across a misty channel
Sensor fingers
Stretch
Through foggy, silent waves
Where two souls embrace
In expeditions of speechless discovery
Two minds stand naked,
Face to face,
With wordless words
Each knowing the inner rhyme 
Of another soul –
Intimate outside skin and limbs.

Across the barriers of minutes, hours, months
Two...Read More

Mine fervent aspiring political activism...

Gunning gusto, (while rosy axles grind)
for Bernie Sanders dagnabbit
nipped in figurative bud triggered zilch
prospects to germinate, 

cultivate, and amalgamate
late blooming spore port as 
schlocky, reedy, quirky, political neophyte,
whose aura, charisma, dogma
enigma, persona... absent gregarious masculinity.

Scant hours...Read More

Mine fervent aspiring political activism...

Gunning gusto, (while rosy axles grind)
for Bernie Sanders dagnabbit
nipped in figurative bud triggered zilch
prospects to germinate, 

cultivate, and amalgamate
late blooming spore port as 
schlocky, reedy, quirky, political neophyte,
whose aura, charisma, dogma
enigma, persona... absent gregarious masculinity.

Scant hours...Read More

Those "Tears in Heaven"* falling for
Eric's son on the fifty-third floor.

*Eric Clapton's beautiful tribute to his four-year-old son Conor,
 who fell to his death from the fifty-third floor of a New York apartment in March 1991.

Ref. Wikipedia....Read More

~ Prayers  For  All  ~
 (  The Minuet  )



~O~
 

Prayers  for  all  in this  Whole World 
World  needs  Prayers 
Prayers, Love,  God 
God can  save all 

~o~...Read More

Above the umbrellas of London Town
And beneath its 4pm skies,
Squashed by a window, I sat looking down
From a seat passing through Kensal Rise.

When a man with a phone stood up to get off
A woman and child stood too.
As he tackled...Read More

Comforting and cozy
   the fire soothes my soul.
While gently it's distracting
   the pain that I withhold.

Sweeping unsolved issues
   into closets in my mind.
But, also reassuring
   they're close enough to find.

  And...Read More

Some people think
   and then they say,
I understand
   you feel this way.

When actually
   they have no clue,
What on earth
   life's like as you.

Though meaning well
   the words, they bite,
Without the...Read More

March is a month of miracles,
St. Patriick's  Day guests.

The month of  leprechauns and shamrocks,
The luck of the Irish.

The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,
Luck and good wishes.

Birthdays , my youngest son March 5,
What a blessing...Read More

            





                          February 19th-...Read More

My words come forth from truth of life
My heart it writes with tears and might
My sword cuts deep from so much strife
My companion for me in this endless night

My pen is me and I am pen
We write down words to...Read More

“Comrade Bernie's in full swing
Arms flailing, fingers pointing,
Like a possessed puppet on a string
To his legions never disappointing.”

“We're a movement young and strong
Forward thinking, kind to all,
They call us mad but that's so wrong
Such a thought takes quite some gall”.

“We...Read More

Liberal, simplified and abridged translation for speedy daily practice. 

Released into Public Domain. 

The Bodhisattva of Boundless Will arose from his seat, bared his right 
shoulder, turned towards the Buddha with joined palms and asked: 
“World Honored One, we yearn...Read More