Dad October Poems

It's only October but I'm in despair
So I'm writing to old St Nick
My feet are up no care for my hair
In bedroom feeling quite sea...

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October 7th, 2023 upon third anniversary of mine papa's passing...

Death no longer jars, nixes, 
and rattles mine sense and sensibilities
without pride nor prejudice
no matter (even...

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A boy is an undead
While a girl is a leatherhead 
Mom and dad find a severed head
The front yard is now flowing in red. 
What...

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I salute you Gandhi, Mahatma!
On your birthday, your authentic dogma:
Truthfulness, tolerance and ahimsa,
Principles that changed the nation's Naksha...!
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You moved, like Indian saints, half-naked,
Though, to serve...

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Paterfamilias gone since October 7th, 2020

The spirit of Boyce Brandon Harris
(mine papa) awoke
vested gentry coutured raiment
did don and singularly cloak
affecting haunting resemblance
to daguerreotype accentuating,
(especially his...

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Memorial service ~10:00 A.M. October 21st, 2020...
at Cherry Hill, New Jersey Unitarian Fellowship

Boyce Brandon Harris cremains
(approximately one fourth entire contents)
offered, interred, and eulogized
within ‘Tristan’s Pollinator...

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Autumn has come and the golden sun
                  ...

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Back to the city we go
We leave you winter ghosts
To sway away on your hanger hosts
Until next year or never more

It depends on my poor...

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(Contest entry: Poet’s October Pantoum...)

Trick or Treat
(Ghosts)

These ghosts have walked the streets before,
their hollow eyes embarking for the light;
the streets are glad they’re here once...

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It used to be fun when I was a kid;
I wanted to do what the others did.
The children would go from door-to-door,
And soon there'll be...

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I.

I am travelling back to the memory
capable of beheading me.

There was new happiness in that hotel room,
Between momma and I, warring gloom,

Until the phone rang--until...

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Another year comes and passed by 
and you turn one year older 
and there's more responsibilities now 
as you feels the weight on your shoulder...

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LATE AUTUMN HAIKU

they’re almost gone now
how brown, bare the branches look
some toys in the leaves

when rain turns to snow
how sad those two last roses
brave faces...

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You Call Me a Little Girl, &&" Not Just Because of My Height
So iDoubt You Understand, Just How Long I've been in Fright.
iKnow You Think...

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His sister said to Johnny
“You’re going to go to war
The draft board called your number
They’ll be knocking on your door”
Johnny said “I don’t like marching
And...

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