Sympathetically Poems

Spacious comfortable country residence
extended and upgraded, sleeps eight.
On the fringe of a conservation village
elevated distant views, sheltered
solar heating, well insulated.

Sympathetically tucked into a south facing hillside,
extensive well-manicured terraced gardens.
All amenities, motorway and railway within 5 miles.
Paradise on four levels, décor...Read More

A gorgeous, willowy, young brunette glides confidently across the floor 
like a swan over water. Her bright yellow spike heels are perfect 
with her Jovani gown. As I watch her sashay by with her Big Mac and
fries, I shake my...Read More

I could
Have been nicer
Perhaps
I could
Have reacted kinder
Possibly
I could
Have catered to your moods
More sympathetically
I could have
Would have
Should have
What kind of friend were you
When my word glance or opinion
Were interpreted and judged
In the most derogatory way
With no leeway for justification
White and black...Read More

Author's note: This is an epic length poem that will have to be split into parts and will be serialized in successive posts.

Part 3


Dr. D. confers in panic 
with Rex and boys at the Limbo Saloon
by now my eyes are...Read More

One obnoxious orangutan ordered oysters
Staff sympathetically said such supplies sold
Constantly complaining confronting chasing customers
Barred because before being boisterously bold

Two timid tigers tragically trembled
While watching woeful weasels wrestle
Standing straight shaking subconsiously scared
Displaying discomfort dizzy dribbling dreadful

Three talented turkeys taught tricks
Creating courageous...Read More

In the past, I was phoneless
I showed my dissatisfaction and sadness
Just by my facial expressions and foolish actions
Thank you, oh Lord of Accord, for an iPhone – 
Now, it’s fulfilling my satisfactions…
I was on my own, but not alone
Life’s a...Read More

What's true these days? This world we live in has so much lies we can't even 
tell the truth anymore. Real eyes, realise, real lies. If only people could see with 
the eyes they were born with. Did you know...Read More

The mechanical components, the valve that pumps my heart 
The reactive nerve endings that serve a sensory stimulus 
The tear ducts that latently only lend lubrication 
The silly little practical necessary body bits, pieces and parts 
 
I yawn &...Read More

It wasn’t that she was the only woman
in the group, that mingled precariously
beneath the bronze figure, or her classic
stance, when placing immaculately the
newsprint covered bottle to lips willingly
breached, but more her opulent style, her
contrast of attire, her hair as yet...Read More

a fate worse than death we survived,
lost in thought what could a man possibly do?
the best person you can ever be is you
we laid hands on your empty corpse
we streched hands to touch your soul
we cried sympathetically looking through your...Read More

My father recalls to me stories of his past,
gripping his fists tightly
as his faces turns gray
telling me, 
“Son it was a dark time for Lebanon”


Anxiously I continue listening 
spilling his inner suppressed memories 
“15 years… 15 years of blood and...Read More

MEDITATION      IS      MUSIC


The raga’s minor keys flood my mind, unlocking a balancing shiver, pranayama and Om,

Its rhythmic tones in harmonic relation,  echoing season and day, 

Draw  out tension...Read More

a disinteresting air

another gaze
within a full length mirror

a persnickety grimace
bandaids 
the severed slices 
of crystal
sleeping 
within my 
larynx

excuse my idiotcy
not utilizing 
punctuation marks
cmon darling
please        please
warrant my arrest

dementia is not covered 
under my insurance...Read More

How often do shadows cry
And if they do
This means like us
they feel to 
How often do whereabouts 
dispose of their founders
The emptied hands pivoted gruesome
To only expire before you lose them
This is why my eyes cry
Late night movies 
Midnight hours,...Read More

Tired  2 0r 2 Tired



There’s another hole
My right foot has sympathetically
Decided to leach me out of

Going down, disaffiliating, deflation of the day
Forgive me, eleven hours non-stop
Leaves me numb in the head

I won !
Isn’t that wonderful……………… huh what !
Yes, thank...Read More

It rarely rains
on that dusty road,
trees turns to auburn and gleem...
fluttering to the brilliant light,
which dominates the night sky;
my unheard footsteps don't make a mere sound,
they'll vanish like these words that  I whisper...

My long wait must end soon,
another storm...Read More