Short Laying Claim Poems
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Money, wrapping paper
of disowned creation
Destroying the gift,
—laying claim to the box
(Jamestown New York: May, 2011)
The trappings of
a Poet …
or being a Poet
They’re each something
different
remote and distinct
The tweed jacket
wood paneled
image deceiver
Lays claim to what
only
—enlightenment inks
(Dreamsleep: January, 2024)
The Blues fills my memory,
all emptiness gone
Its Harp laying claim,
my soul to belong
Little Walter cries out
‘that same old somethin’ again
Jimmy Reed to remind us
—of the mojo within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
Dark forces
conscript
the last moonbeam
As day turns
to night
in the sky
And silence
takes over
the valley
That harbor’s
a final
goodbye
Where light
used to play
in the meadow
Shadows
forbode
laying claim
To what
used to live
in your memory
That dies
in this darkened
— refrain
(The New Room: June, 2026)
Last hints of light lay down
gasping in the night
reaching for a touch
a comfort loved so much
I walk on
where darkness plays her song
fearing what went wrong
too fast and way too strong
No excuses no regrets
one gives and then one gets
no others laying claim
in love there is no shame
The light lays down
and I walk on
A pouting pooch whose boisterous barks
are uttered in superlatives
laying claim to unwarranted
importance
due to an overbearing pride.
Strip him of his diamond studded
collar, not to mention his badly groomed coat
reveals a Manhattan cur:
a junkyard dog
who’d sooner attack innocence
than those bent on his destruction.
Fear not people! For his bark is worse
than his bite
The Donald thrives on attention.
Speaking of peace so loosely
It should be a curse when departed from our tongues
Our hearts are in contempt
For the vengeful warriors we've become
We praise ourselves and persecute our fathers
Laying claim to possessions not earned
Boasting loudly of our victorious race
In constant fear of our demise
We search relentlessly for an alternate answer
For the true solution which we expertly avoid
Would make us as one in true peace
Form:
i’ve seen among the shadows
in the corner of my eye
a foreboding melancholy
ever present pure and nigh
upon forseen inception
came the beast without respect
laying claim to all emotions
pouring darkness down my neck
clouds of memories will float
inside of distraught dreams
allaying but for precious breaths
the pain of tortured screams
a prayer for those who suffer hell
from loss of man or wife
for these poor souls bear misfortunes
taxing sojourns throughout life
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