Wincing Poems

The Start of a New Poem

...It is a night creamed by melting darkness.
Fireflies are obsessed with secrecy tonight
And dim their lights cautiously, frugally.
Crickets and cicadas crepitate with muted
Feelings, sallying wret...

Paris

...One glorious, sun-drenched, thirsty December day,
I sat, numbed with the agedness of a visitor, and
Fumed eloquently with joy for the benefit of the
Seine – the ointment of Paris.
Somewhere along...

Prismed Face: An Abstraction

...*Please note: 
I'm not in the throes of sadness.  Just a write for another poetry site.
~~~~~~~~~~

My eyes are half closed for I fear to see
what worry and anxiety have made of me.
All day I'v...

A Change of Pace

...He staggers,
where once he counted steps
he now counts unsteady footfalls.
Life has become a minor earthquake
an aftershock still trembling
at the core of a wincing mind.

Many years ago, aunt...

The Dinner

...I set the table; I did not.
The pourer did. The poor did not.
The seats are cold; merlot is warm.
The pourer asks; there are replies,
sips, guzzles, sighs, manners.
I am satisfied as each one’s ...

VOGON BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

...VOGON BUT NOT FORGOTTEN

They were here, in their creative funk
Writing and speaking poetry as if drunk
Recognised as verses in their own way
They kept chanting, hoping we’d obey
But as always,...

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe - English translations by Michael R Burch I

...“To the Moon”
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Scattered, pole to starry pole,
glide Cynthia's mild beams,
whispering to the receptive soul
whateve...

Neon Night Vignette

...

The last of the lights turned out,
drinks and hors d’oeuvres put away,
restaurant returned to its every-day self,
only a few candles in glass lanterns
now left on the bare pine tables.

She...

Two Old Gods

...

Two old men. That’s all; not much to look at.
Their frail, broken shadows shrunk against the sunny morning
Brightness slowly searching its way through gnarled branches
Overhead, and crisscross...

Michael Joseph Jackson

...Michael Joseph Jackson

Michael Joseph Jackson (August 29, 1958 – June 25, 2009) was an American singer, songwriter, dancer, and philanthropist. Dubbed the "King of Pop", he is regarded as one of t...

Haiku woo

....

    her archive 'hind hern 
  stepping closer into mine
   her wincing now smiles
...

Survival Is Not Frivolity

...Mere faith in oneself
is not enough to build strength,
confidence makes one thrive;
leave all failures on the shelf!
Fear makes a liar shrive,
he's afraid of a wavelength!

Survival is not fri...

making men

...Sometimes after Lisa and I do our early-morning 4 mile run (we treadmill in the basement fitness center if it’s under 43 degrees), I come back and lie on my bed, for just for a moment. This morning i...

Yesterday, In A Parking Lot

...Watch out,
the corners of our eyes are in danger
of being nakedly exposed.

Evening dropped out of the sky
a lot quicker today.
A slap-dashing gush of last minutes,
as shoppers charged around ...

The Live-in -- Part 2 of 3

...She here elbowed past me stomping, pausing not (although me whomping
With her wildly swinging handbag – five kilograms, if not more).
Cackling brusquely in a lather, that I should her baggage gathe...

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