November Poems

Cabin Fever door closes five dollars,
a-Bag Used Book Sale
Sunday, February 23, 2020
hence less than twenty four hours
before avid readers bewail
foregoing scampering across Hillandale
vital poetic proclamation

yours truly doth broadcast,
albeit apologize short notice,
while courtesy warden
at Highland Manor Jail
gave scant time regarding
voluntary convict...Read More

What a nice eclogue
the ecological sound
harmony we sing
...Read More

C-omposer
L-ets
I-nspiring
V-erse
E-mploy

S-piritual
T-ruth
A-s
P-oetic
L-ines
E-xpress
S-avior's

L-ife
E-ternal
W-ith
I-mportant
S-alvation

Topic: Birthday of poet Clive Staples Lewis (November 29) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...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

The heavy rain was unforgiving with an air of forboding on this grey and miserable november day. 
At the cemetery entrance the chapel bell tolled ten times to herald the arrival of the hearse. 
On the bare trees and perched...Read More

The dew lays thick on the October Morning, 
The last for the advent of frost.
With my blanket I sit on the front porch swing,
And wait for the paper to come.

Leaves, weathered and brown are the spring buds now
Which cover the...Read More

it was a dark november day
the clouds hanging ominous
time seeming to stand still
the sun long gone astray

in a dark most somber mood
we headed toward memorial hill
feeling quiet lost in deep in thought
facing our mortality each in solitude

one of so many...Read More

we stood there
posing
shivering
on a cold
november morning
hearts heavy
saying our goodbyes
as we laid
your soul
to rest                      



posted on February 15, 2020...Read More

The year was sixteen-sixty-four
A comet crossed the sky,
And Londoners looked on in fear
Convinced the end was nigh.

The streets which once were paved with gold
Were now awash with waste.
A swarm of flies and scourge of rats
Foretold the death they faced.

And so...Read More

After milk, dumber 
than her called her a dumber
a cold November...Read More

[After reading The Safe House - Poem by Taslima Nasrin 
and note- "This poem was written while Taslima was forced to live in confinement in an undisclosed location in Delhi from 22 November 2007 to 19 March 2008. Sujal Bhattacharya...Read More

"How is it so easy for you to be kind to people?" He
asked... milk and honey dripped from my lips 
and I answered," 'Cause people have 
NOT been kind to me."   Rupi Kaur

_____________

My path in life has been...Read More

CHANGING  JUDGMENT


  
Time was,  I had clear lenses to see.
Now my lenses are inceasingly scratched
And such clear vision is not always possible.
Now, I see double or triple images
Distorted  by time and by the light.
My vision is...Read More

An English village lay at peace
Until that catastrophic day
When flea-infested rolls of fleece
Brought pestilence and death their way.

They heard the village rector say
'No remedy can bring release
In quarantine we all must stay
So that the spread of plague might cease.'

09.02.20


NOTE:

On 1...Read More

Destiny doth accompany, deliver, inveigle America...

Smartly, squarely, summarily into
pall bearing sized hands Helena Handbasket
adorned with Aconite (Monkshood) atop casket
signaling demise, née sealing freedom
(of life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness) fate
with eternal bondage super glued gasket.

I attribute more'n syzygy nsync
with blind...Read More

A-uthor
N-icely
G-reets
E-nthused
L-ady
I-n
C-heerfulness
A-s

D-edication
I-mplements
Z-one
O-f
N-ame

Topic: Birthday of Angelica Dizon (November 13) 
Form: Vertical Monocrostic...Read More

I really don’t want time to fly
For life is short already
But politics is in my brain
A’thumping, strong and steady.

I hate to listen to the news,
The current state depressing
And as November nears, it will get
Nastier, I’m guessing.

No matter what the outcome
I...Read More

If, Plead I, Beg I, To Merciful Heart, Dare Write,
Dedicated To Master Poe

If, a master of dark poetry I could be
composing verses that shows Light's truth to be free
in mind's hidden realms, take witnessing midnight strolls
as such the better, Light's...Read More

When I dream, which is very often, 
I'm flying into space with my thoughts: 
...Add a contrast color there… 
...Ah, it is a pity not the citizenship… 
...Start a career as a science fiction writer?.. 
...Hmm, the room is not...Read More

January Joy Moon
moon steams with snowflakes 
her feather heart falls freely 
opal dusk dances

February Flower Moon
moon buds through soft sky
petals promise pearly prose
leaves linger in light

March Magical Moon
moon mist twists timeless 
spring sprinkles spiral rebirth
jade ocean forests

April Awaken Moon
moon masks...Read More

In the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories,
above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes - 
inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind . . . 

And when I linger in nature my trials fade,
I love resting in the shade beneath...Read More

Destiny determined that I do not forget that first Tuesday                             
in November...Read More

Driving for my morning coffee I pass 
the old Chinaman’s vegetable garden. 
A deer in its winter fur stands motionless
vapor streaming from its nostrils.

It’s the end of November. The garden 
still has enough greens left to satisfy 
the deer’s appetite...Read More

IMP-EACH-MENT-AIR-DITTY III !

Holy Smoke ! Odour of incense on Beach !
Trainers marched with saddles to straddle Leech !
« SILENCE ! » Dull as Thunder !
« Under pain of locker ! »
Grave mist hung low on Life-Savers each !

CJOTUS kept clock...Read More