Four Poems: Katrinas PathwayHarvest of Apoplectic Horses((Dedicated to: Katrina)) crisis)It has happened before:Nearby and afar,Where the four-horses ofApocalypseWith their flaming nostrilsBreathed in...Full Article
I WANTED TO SAY IT WITH A BUNCH OF FLOWERS A CARD WOULD HAVE SUFFICED.I WANTED TO SAY IT WITH A PACK OF SWEETS A HI WOULD HAVE SUFFICED.I THOUGHT TO SEND A POETIC WISH. POEMS ARE MEANT FOR MEN & WOMEN...Full Article
It was not me as I am now.It was not me as I was then.It was then when God was truly in me.When God was in me, I was a young man.A young man with hope, will and desire.Desire to give my love and the g...Full Article
I Shall Wait..On all the new mornings,and every singking evening,I wear a small crescent,in the finest of my accent...Those memories come up storming,that tender touch so warming,That lovely soothing ...Full Article
What can I do to keep this world in its orbital spin?I gave up trying to win the hearts of the many-.Throw the meat-balls against the wall, stop, stop!!Trying to make them spin, like God did in the he...Full Article
Contract of DeathI heard today, the preacher say:"Daniel has warned us long ago,Of the trials and tribulations weAre now facing, with our foes?"He says the Antichrist was nowIn Europe crying...Full Article
The Goat and the Ropewhere there were devils I saw none.nothing. the air is hot. milky substance.I am and we are looking at this deep. souls lost. we are looking at this terrain.the moon is dead. ove...Full Article
Daybreak at Pikes Creek[Summer of 2005]Daybreak by Lake SuperiorRising out of the woods like:A swamp mistIm waiting for breakfast(at the B&B)I pace the groundsThe scent of green shrubbery:Trees, flora...Full Article
Blind DesignsBorn today, gone tomorrowLike a butterfly with no stomachBorn n the morning, dead by nightOh-let me whisperOh-let me cryWhat man has not learned?What man will not learn!In his pomposity, ...Full Article
Ole Bulky JeepsThrough late summers heatThese bulky shaped jeepsRide by house and farmCity and barn-Hungry for Spring-again, hoping to avoidThe Slipping and slidingOf winters ice and wind?[s]Their wei...Full Article
Is poetry too complicated for the average reader? Is it too cryptic, scholarly? If you ask a large group of average people what they like or dont like about poetry, youll get a few different answers...Full Article
the disease of extremismis infectious-;whoever cannot think oftheir childgrowing up without itis part of the phenomenon! (the choice of the day).fanaticism,--with a powerful ideologyare seeds for suic...Full Article
Wars, air of AmbiguityDedicated to 1st. Lt. Laura Walker(From an old soldier/Vietnam Veteran)[Advance] We fight in foreign lands not because we necessarily love its culture or land, but because we be...Full Article
Cesar Vallejo: Black RosesBow down your head ol poet-To face Gods grace aheadThere are no more trenchesTo dig today?In the forest of your head,So-:Bow down, bow down,Ol barbaric poet!Death rides the ...Full Article
Memoirs of a Wastelands RimIt still was light when she paused at the wastelands rim-Over, the rim rest like a sleeping brute, a wooden frameAdjacent to the blue where early stars hung like oil lampsHa...Full Article
Delicately, my mind was selecting a muffled tune, out of the dead dark empty space surrounding me?I saw a shape on a rock, not sure who it was; I had a sensitivity though, a feeling call it, or second...Full Article
Grandpas House[The ole Real House]The house needed paintingSun-blistered and flakingGrandpa started to have usBoys-Mike and I- startDoing some scraping-While he, pealed off the olePaint, and started p...Full Article
In early fall, in Minnesota, the rain falls, falls, In buckets, buckets and more buckets-: dropsLikened to music from its many streams-landOf ten-thousand lakes; moistened gravel, gravelEverywhere?Gra...Full Article
Old skin, once held tightAgainst her skeleton-Rose no more, just drapedLoosely over unpadded flesh;Un-tightened muscles, and tissue,Lost its courage, no-fortitude-,Gone are the days and yearsThat stoo...Full Article
The Exit Poems [And Socrates]Iron and FireIron can be soften by fire-grows hard in the cold;and all the gates thereinare, as it was, closed again.So, often are those misled?by luxury and pride,who pus...Full Article