Mawkish Poems

When I Was a Boy

...Boyhood was a one-night stand,
So brief and unforgettable,
Full of dreams,
Sweet —like a rooftop party,
Wild and loud,
When the world several feet below,
Full of envy, shouted at us,
“Come dow...

Mawkish Ketten

...Mawkish could crack into pieces,          
pieces that easily draw blood;
Blood that was never set on fire,
fire was not made for the mawkish;

Mawkish heart in a glass bottle,
bottle that was ...

Word-Slinging

...The wordsmith’s art is a game of chance,
Where meanings dance and ideas trance.
A deft hand wields the pen with grace
A subtle symphony, a nimble chase.

From arcane whispers, and secrets told,
...

Soft Murmurings

...
Like an avian roosting when his cawing has spilled,
I mourn in grief as this shadowed night grows cold
Crushed and grieving from promises unfulfilled
Sorrow burgeons my heart, in bitterness ...

Wildling Winds

...
I sit with sullen memories,
alone on an amber shore.
A balmy breeze ruffles my hair
as I recall a night of wildling winds 
that took you away, my love.
It violently ripped us apart...

The Last One On Earth

...Carve into the birch trees, pollen breeze my air to breathe. 
One more cough and one more sneeze until it’s over. 

Tissue paper mottled with blood and yellow-green mucus, tearing and dissolving f...

Shadowed Night Grew Cold

...I was crushed and miserable from love unfulfilled
Like a mourning dove whose blood had been spilled

I cried in deep lament as shadowed night grew cold
Sorrow burgeoned my heart with miseries...

Autumnal Musings

...When the wind shifts to the south,
When the leaves wither and die,
I begin upon my path again.
Once again.

When the air begins to bite,
When the skies are beryl-blue,
My mind begi...

Learning

...I’m learning a lot, dating Peter. For instance, I have a whole new awareness of how clueless older Americans, like people in their mid-twenties, are about things in the modern world.

I think Peter...

Oceananigans I and Ii

...I.

Ode the thrill of a tango
curled in clutches sleek

Elegance, a prerequisite
Add on a spun euphoria

Nimble is a turgid swoon!

Arms conduct to the aria
New skin, feels no tocsin
It's...

Luna's Lambent Sweep

...Like a mourning dove, my lament is spilled
  I cry in grief as shadowed night grows cold
    Spirit crushed from love's promise, unfulfilled
      Burdensome sorrows in my heart unfold

Succ...

Me-The Confined Bird

...A bird sings.. mawkish
Sings and dances smooth
She... by doing so 
has naturally
forgotten her world.

Soars high upwards
aims to touch moon
but sadly can't..
falls back in nest

the bird ...

Close Your Eyes

...Close your eyes

‘Close your eyes…..’
That mawkish haunting tune
But there is something wise 
In it which I’ll see soon
I’ll close my eyes
And so will end
That visual cacophony
Which I hope ...

Morrow - Future's Today

...Enverated by the history; man's
Credulity, his weakness;
Give upon yesterdays, cause
It will hurt, day's risibleness...

Time is a fulsome mate, let go 
Of her mawkish cast;
Hope is all but th...

The Rowboat On the Marsh

...I don't need mawkish photographs to see
the drowning rowboat tethered to the dock,
a withered seahorse clinging to debris
as umber water seeps through feeble caulk.

The cord grass will have gro...

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