Rochester Poems - Poems about Rochester

It was an early fall day, some decades ago, When three of my boys were still young. Looking forward that year to the Rochester Fair, An event that was always good fun. A promise from me I would...Read the rest...

A small stretch of bar to call my own: I cover it with my paper and a thin book of poems - Most I don't understand at all Some, unfortunately, I understand too well. A TV in the...Read the rest...

When the freedom fighter Leaves the forest The tongue Is not the greatest glitter In sun hope or moon desire For now the land that hid the shadows Carried comrades in its arms Laughed in the brain Like an alien treasure Must be plowed...Read the rest...

Wind, word, sail The helm is turned On the oar of the tongue Against the tide of laws The righteous cause Will its litany and prevail O could the dock Materialize again Out of the euphoria of the brain O could not relay of...Read the rest...

From here I see again - not property Men mangled and maimed by history Not the shadows in chains Chipping and hauling wooden flesh Creation with more license Than God on the silver skin Carried its cargo before the wind Of meaninglessness...Read the rest...

March 17 in eighteen sixty three Will spin and pivot Ancestry As the fulcrum of this country It is the unholy fire Baal's tongue licking at the bones Defied by desire O but the ash is better balm Then endless years Where freedom...Read the rest...

You in the white cathedrals of joy Do you ever stop To be the bouquet in the morgue of morning A Christmas wreath you lay At inn where the door is bolted Where crawls the maggot In the living flesh And...Read the rest...