Sunstroke Poems

the moons cause tides the stars cause yawning
the midday sun can cause sunstroke 
a nasa staffer thought before he
passed out on miami beach

In modern Russian poetry, there is such a genre as "stish'ok-pirozh'ok" (a pie rhyme). It's an iambic tetrameter...Read More

YOU ARE MY SULTRY SUMMER
HOT, STICKY, STEAMY
WET WITH ANTICIPATION
AT THE VERY THOUGHT OF YOU
I AM EBULLIENT
FROM THIS OPPRESSION
SCORCHING IN THE HEAT
OF YOUR YELLOW GLOW
THIS TORRID PASSION
I AM MELTING
FROM YOUR INCANDESCENCE
ALIGHT
AFIRE
ABLAZE
WHICH CANNOT BE 
EXTINGUISHED.

2000...Read More

I Dream of Being Wrong!

It's so frustrating, God but it seems that it's true 
What I see in my heart it's Your pleasure to do!
Still, I wish Lord some dreams might get lost in Your will,
Though our lessons suggest, You...Read More

smoke stacks
burning black smoke again –
sunstroke

12/28/1016
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windblown maple trees
buttressing my humid days--
sunstroke in noontime
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Sonnet. (Attempt)

Another day has gone and I’m old, like the day
To last long as possible, night holds no mystery.
The land needs rain, but clouds have feet of clay.
The almond tree has shed its flowers masterly 
But nature is truculent and...Read More

Eyelids  heavy with memories 
Cover lights and shadows of a hospital in ruins. 
A baby with grown-up fingers 
Reads the past in Braille 
Barely touching the meaning of broken cobblestone streets of her past. 
Her fingertips retract like eyes...Read More

A thought starts a fire
loosening the lips.
I want to scream.

Between dreams and stars
a sky hung with
inverted moon.

The desire springs a scythe
but cannot cut a
jellyfish of eye.

A sunstroke was speechless
without a sun.
The gift of a night.

The sweet tooth of a lie
scoops...Read More

This year for a vacation
Camping we did go.
It didn't have my vote,
I was outnumbered, wouldn't  you know.

Camping is relaxing
And fun at any age.
Trying to start a fire
With two sticks and burning rage.

The fish, they won't bite
But the bugs certainly...Read More

Paperless dolls and run-less runs –
Roller coaster rides and fun-less fun.
Hopscotch and blisters; banana-seat bikes –
Hand games and shout-backs too.

Quiet-less walks at 3:00 in the morn –
Virtual stranger rides with indecency.
Cracker-jacks and white wine spritzers –
Early morning-midnight bizarre.

Hellish targets for...Read More

Suddenly, I would give anything to be near you.
I would buy back our old house, broken down, dilapidated.
Loquat trees and rainbows removed.
Hammocks and honeysuckle given to the wind.
But where would you be?
Would you visit me in dreams as I slept...Read More