Write Memorial Day Poems

silently wailing analogy to Moby Dick 
regarding how yesterdays 
prurient laced introductions 
to rhyme in retrospect embarrassingly blows.

Herewith to enliven anecdote ever further,
I inject humorous...

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Poem revised Memorial Day May 30th, 2022 at 1500 hours

Flagrante delict adulterous sordid behavior 
automatically linkedin with Lothario;
an unscrupulous seducer of women, 
based upon a...

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Well, I guess I’m finally that cranky
old Slow Poke: the one who does
25 in a 35—the one who rolls up
his driver’s window, when you pull
alongside...

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Historical Outlaws

What, are you talking about? 
I am saying that we have a past. 
It is full of guns, and law, 
and law breakers. 
It...

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Lili Marlene

In times of war, love can subdue cynical adversaries
(Men separated from their vocation, now filled with hatred)
And quell the beast inside their misdirected hearts,
And...

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Mister Everett Wheeler Cartwright came from Burlington Vermont
All the way to Massachusetts---quite a healthy jaunt

Didn't really understand the cause the Union fought so hard for
Freedom...

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Front-line in depth of mortar
Whistling shells and screams of torture
Blood clot gurgles death bell tolls
Hell of pain in body enthrals
Danger rings apprehension stalls...

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When I‘ll get over with this,
With this suffocation,
I want you my Creator,
To make it a memorable day.

Be it unlike a usual day,
though their hearts would...

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Auntie

In her lofty ways, she was always
the best example of
the stars out-shining the moon.

Her ways of doing things always
correct and proper
she was a student of...

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"Your first poem was an 
excellent poem....you are 
welcome...." Commented 
skat on my first poem.
"Wonderful and deep 
poem....you are welcome 
to poetry soup..." That 
was...

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I write this for you far too late it seems.
That the day would come, the sun would set on you
was always just a bad dream,...

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The Nameless


Slipping through the sieve of history,

the nameless rest.

Not for the nameless are roads renamed, nor monuments built.

Not for the nameless are songs sung, nor...

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