All Poetry
119 poems
Uneasy
The clock doesn’t strike one.
It just feels like it does.
My head resounds.
Elsewhere my love
I send you my love
On an uncertain morning
Mirroring our times
Even The Sun Too Knows The Beauty Of Living
even the sun too knows the beauty of living,
how blood of christ rinses unclean soul,
how chicken ballads southern wind
Buried in the Folds of Time
No more guys and girls happily driving
open-air convertible cars on weekends,
sweet winds swaying, fighting, and playing
Techy I'm Not
I avoid tech,
it's too complicated for my 83 year old brain,
even AP seems overwhelming at times,
The Giving Tree
Helen Grace Candies, where mom worked,
made hard sugar straws nobody wanted.
Nobody missed the two boxes she stashed
“Could be raining,” Don’t Pity the Poor
Do us both a favor, think twice before tossing
your two cents into this, our tin can predicament.
It is not enough to scrape by, to scrub floors, or
Storms
Where will you find me
In what wilderness
In what echoes of the wind
A Sibling Waits Above
Sure she’s the youngest of two
Reaped benefits, no hems and haws
Then one day her life quick askew
THE FRENCH CAFE'
I thought I could forget that face
Her honeyed voice and smile
I wiped it out without a trace
Durlston Head
Old Harry's in my sight
from a Lookout Cafe view
where Swanage hides a secret
Homecoming
I wish there were lessons on homecoming.
How to find a way and
How to embrace the strangers.
Smart
My tear is due to anguish
behind a shattering plea
I know no part that's like it
Café Regulars
They meet every morning, Chuck and Mac, 8am for coffee,
twenty five cents a cup though everybody else pays a dollar.
Dolly knows they’ll be here two hours. Each has their usual:
When in France
I'm trying to speak French
But the words they just subside
I remember from the phrase book
a poet & his silly philosophy
i hold myself from screaming, from
clapping my hands, from hurling a stone,
from doing everything there is to scare
Rich Scripture
My appetite is rich and cool
and I care about country joe
and all those new folks of the late
Fear of Frankenstein
As a budding child insomniac, I reveled in the Late Late mov…
While my parents slept upstairs, I would sneak down to the l…
the small hours before dawn to bask in the television’s flic…
Tributary Poesy for a Grieving Mother
Asleep
her dreams pain full
waves of heartbreak undulate
Monster
Monster cried
tears of hurt
tears of pain.
Thermal Aphrodisiac
“In the summertime, when the weather is high
You can stretch right up and touch the sky”
—from “In the Summertime" by Mungo Jerry
Words Reserved for a Judoka
I have walked a mere thousand miles
Perfumed, bludgeoned feet—never enough
I have hoarded resentment in unkempt piles
24/7
I find myself racing
to that place where my beloved had chosen.
I find myself jittering my feet
Midnight Meal
The stoneware pulls my wrist down,
dense as a brick cooled in wet mud.
Past the Formica counter, the griddle spits and hums,
Koi Fish Beauty
Our colors were vivid.
Fall had arrived.
The leaves had fallen.
Rock and Ice
It’s raining diamonds up there, a many faceted delight I ima…
The drops sparkle brilliant and tickle as they fall and boun…
Tick tick tick they sound as their fall ends
Kometenmelodie
This land is not built on ore, our foundation
is mosquitogestating mud, the past is gone for
good, minerals hidden beneath layers of poetic
24/7
I find myself racing to that place where my beloved had chos…
I find myself jittering my feet as I wait for my beloved.
I find myself afraid;
I Stepped Inside the Forest
I carried a candle just in case
I could not find my way
the woods were thick and dark
Oklahoma Wildfires
The flowers clapped
when springtime arrived.
After the area fires
Fragmented Vespers
The ginger ale fizzes
early this morning, Vitali’s vodka
half-empty bottle on the scarred wood.
The Unshaven
Regarding the unshaven chin –
it’s not a statement
but nor is it laziness.
The Conception of Blue
The last color which
was given a name
was blue.
Navigator Nuisance ~ Sonnet
You say you’re only trying to guide me,
by nixing every road I want to take;
warn me before each turn I start to make,
The Last Man
He’s the last man standing.
Standing on the bodies of the dead.
Standing in the rubble of the city.
Love Anattened
The beautiful child was loved for her innate charm
and sweetness.
That was just the ribbon of her despair.
Time Disease
The problem is
Clock ticks. That’s it.
The ticks bite—making
Fragile Avalanche
diverse voices scream
emotionally raw
with wounds deep...
August Creeps Away
Yellow buses
ads for pumpkin-flavored coffee
fall clothes appear
Regressions
A heavy head bobs in rhythmic devotion,
Eye lids flutter – kneecaps pop
Chased by flares of fire climbing my left thigh,
Come October
Some evening when the wildflowers are taking
their final bow, all waltz and sway, ask me about
the hummingbirds and butterflies, the bee’s
Batteries, Bonitos, and Bluefish
The month of August,
The hottest of summer...
Oh, it is so hot!
Walking My Dog In Autumn
While walking my dog
on a crisp morning,
we didn’t go far
The Cocktail Dress
We knew we would be home alone—
my sister and I—a rare delight of frozen
meat pies and oven-baked French fries.
Cockroach vs Fifthe Eastate
Watched a roach climb up the wall
Of my cheap tenement apartment
Unconcerned at first
Smoky Loneliness
Smoke Screen
smoky voices
tapping energy
Weather report
instead of desire
we talk about the weather
the mostly sunny days the nights saturated
Navigator Nuisance ~ Sonnet
You say you’re only trying to guide me,
by nixing every road I want to take;
warn me before each turn I start to make,
Terror
Gaza, Iran, Lebanon, Ukraine…
It is as if it were snowing
But what is falling is ash
Artificial Intelligence and Humanity
Artificial Intelligence and Humanity
By Dr Barbaros İrdelmen
This path called life,
Acorn Rain
The nightly bombardment disturbs our dreams
While the tiny missiles clutter our gutters
Offspring of the sturdy oak
Mustard Potatoes
Mustard Potatoes
were a delicious treat
when I was a child.
Keeping Myself to Myself
I’ll keep the dust,
the unread books,
all the love lost,
Death Is So Little
Death is so little in my hand
Cool as the air, yielding to each consecutive step
Archive of Yellow Afternoons
Tuck away at the corner near a low wall
an aging wheelers stall goes back
into languid days
Anguish
You screamed and I did not hear you.
You were lovely, majestic pines.
You sheltered birds and greened my life.
My Ears
I remember the night I first heard the sound of wings playin…
The harp and the zither greeted my silent ears.
The moon rejoiced and sang an original song.
LIGHT SADNESS
I feel a little bit sad today, like a fog
that covers a field; it makes the joy
of knowing you vanish and doesn’t
Always Another Day
A paradox this
Question of order.
Is morning prelude
Transplant
Your heart lays lifeless in my hands
So I wipe the memories of my love from it
Now When I’m Old
Now When I’m Old
I’m old now
and
What is Revealed in an Unguarded Moment Observed by a Friend
Inspired by a photo of Frida Kahlo, Untitled, taken by her f…
You often try to tell us who you are, dear Frida.
You’ve painted yourself often, staring out at us,
Editor's Pick
Brick and Mortar
In summer’s bone dry dampness
my body is an adobe shanty
bricks molded of chaff and clay
Remote Familiarity
In my golden years I've remained distant to stay close
to family, friends, colleagues, strangers and rivals.
Recollections of me as a lively young man contradicts
The Rock Pool
The Rock Pool
Just a small gap in the cliff side,
dry and bare.
That Summer
I had a job down the shore as a mother’s helper for our neig…
Back at home, I’m amazed when asked to join the family for a…
The day of the sold-out show arrives. Our seats are up front…
Breath
Cigarette burns, her gaze snares mine
Acceptance blurred, "my days share thine"
Repentance, slurred, in case she cries
Squid's Habitat
A squid river monster
sprayed red ink into the water.
Tentacles were displayed in a
Your Presence
Just like a shining torch,
That’s what you are to me.
With just one look,
The Turtle On The Sidewalk
You find a turtle
on the sidewalk,
wonder, “What should I do?”
Love And Pain
No one should have to love the way I did.
I found room in my heart for someone who still carried someo…
I never tried to erase it—
Quiet Summer Day
Quiet Summer Day
grocery sack hangs heavy on Mom’s back
she stops to wave goodbye
Apples Are Not The Only Fruit
Apples Are Not The Only Fruit
Apples are not the only fruit
once forbidden
Revelations Within
Hidden within the notes of a song
Flowing along the strokes of a paintbrush
I spread my arms
Editor's Pick
Silence's Brittle Peace
Down these shoulders slide this sky's sheet of reflection, p…
In my palms, secretly, are these screams from me received
Repeat after me, says only He, the Almighty
Whispers on the Water
I hear the ripples of the sea.
Her silhouette stares back at me.
The air is cool. Our spirits listen.
Miscarriage
Miscarriage
On a tear-stained
bereavement room sofa
Titania’s Meadow
Arms entwined, we spin like hay bale rolls
in late summer’s arms—early autumn’s cradle
where we recite yesterday’s dream then set
Rigor Mortis
Feet up
dead to the wind
dried carcass,
Father and Daughter Lessons
I don’t remember who taught me to ride a bike.
Training wheels were removed,
someone held the back of the seat and ran
My Father
My Father
When you have a father
You will go far
What Silence Taught Me
What Silence Taught Me
Silence is the best answer for a fool.
Silence makes us to be human.
Into the Old Growth
Slip inside the ancient forest
Where giants kiss the sky.
Feel the friendly ferns as you flit by,
Participation Trophies
If participation trophies were awarded for completing life,
I'd be awarded one for participating in what I thought life …
Rites of passage.
The River
I look into the river and see myself in reflection.
Colour fast but unstable, I move helplessly in its flow,
moved but not moving on like the fishes and pebbles
My Pledge
I will always raise my head high.
I will not succumb to challenges.
I will not get distracted.
A Long Day
It is night time, it is night time.
All the tears in my heart’s bowl,
All of them may now freely flow.
Editor's Pick
This Was Tuesday
I don’t believe in Heaven
I don’t believe in Hell
I don’t believe in Reincarnation
The Version of Me Nobody Sees
I critically observe things.
I don't believe easily.
I am always ready to put in my best.
A Cacophony Of Colour
The windows are all aglow,
a cacophony of colour
giving glimpses
Limited Disclosure
They asked how he was.
He offered a limited disclosure.
Only what was necessary.
Measure Up
They say to be self aware
And I try to follow suit.
As far as I can tell
To Me She Was Wise
My mother was open-minded
yet keeping to the path
taught her children to show up,
Anthropology
One morning I stood with a mirror and saw the color squeezed…
You want to tell me--You want to say you see who I am and le…
You have never seen me in red Mississippi clay collecting ar…
Editor's Pick
A Dreaming Flight
She used to day dream that she could fly
wingless
but up there with the stars
bittersweet
mother's day is coming,
i see all the flowers and gifts;
so many cards and chocolates
Rooted in Your Light
You are the sun,
lovely, warm, too bright to hold,
a place I hide where the world gets too cold.
I'm Here
Never a time goes by that drinking
from your fountain isn’t refreshing.
For I had thought we’d die of thirst,
May Flowers
The sun bright white warm waves
Taking us to flowers days
When the pages turn blue
Editor's Pick
Waterloo
Lights, smoke, hair spills thick across her eyes
Silky golden ripples upon the night sea ride
The oldest punk rock etiquette etched across my arm
National Anthem
National Anthem
I plead from my
privileged prison
The Solitary Soul
Standing, feeling the vibrations underneath
The silence of infinity
Who knows I am here?
Through a chemical haze
Through a chemical haze
Through a chemical haze, it dawned
on me that life is waking up from
A WORLD WITHOUT POETRY
we'll cry
we'll laugh
we'll cry again. Then
Regret
I roam the barren rooms of lost dreams,
a ghost, in search of all that should have been.
I find there only things as they are.
A Letter to my Disease
This is not goodbye but
acknowledgement of the distance
which is new
Solitude
In a lonely quarter
In a quiet abode
In a serene environment
Boats in Harbor
Boats in Harbor
Boats sit quietly - idly in the harbor
Each has its own story –
Facets
Not a facet,
a cut gemstone
but a fah set
If I Reversed Time
If I reversed time,
would we remember
the future
Unfinished Things
On this side of the world,
life is a tapestry stitched by nightfall;
another story told in echoes
The Prayer
At the break of light,
the clock on the kitchen wall
works in concert with
Dog
That dog
the white tip of her tail upright
like she’s painting the clouds
As the Overplayed Turntable Groans
AS THE OVERPLAYED TURNTABLE GROANS
the world holds its breath as if sweet stenches
from the trenches were some fetish to disdain or dissuade.
Take Note
I found myself watching him more often as he aged
My uncle is married to my mom’s sister
I have been abundantly blessed in the aunt and uncle departm…
Pothos
Marble leaves dangle in spirals hanging above blades of gras…
Coiling like a head of unruly greens descending from a brown…
A medusa. Splotches of white splatter on dark, deep, lush gr…
Pearls of Hope
May you find
the wisdom
to listen with compassion
The Absence of Someone Who Was Never There
You realise you are alone
when you begin to miss someone you never had.
In everything you do, wherever you go,
No Turning Back
I'm a mile deep and miles along the path I have chosen
I'm committed to keep going
Why stop without a reason?
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