We stand together decked out in robes
that we cherished most for several years.
Wearing mortar boards that hold no
mortar now to bind us together.
Tassels turned to the front, all the pomp is done
and the circumstances are that we’ve graduated
with rigor mortise grins on our faces.
Backslapping and high fives,
confidence thoroug…[Read more]
They gathered nightly when the marks departed
in a ritual that was followed religiously
after the rides shut down and the lights
dimmed low, to huddle in a small trailer
set off from all the rest.
Some hobbled, others scurried or wheeled their way
to the familiar rendezvous they shared, to play
a form of strip poker.[Read more]
Those Magic Seeds.
A brand new Christmas story of Santa and his little elf
named “Jingles” who saved Christmas in a magical way!
Way up near the North Pole where Santa’s workshop lies, all the elves are in a tizzy, someone’s stolen all the magic seeds that make the reindeer fly.
With Christmas just around the corner, Santa’s…[Read more]
My coffee stained
sits sepia toned by years of
pick me ups and set me downs,
holding a caffeine-laced fix
beneath my bloodshot eyes.
The clatter of dishes and tongues
scrambled like my eggs surrounds me.
The old vinyl stools
in chrome and scarlet poses,
rise in a food speckled formation,
each covered cushion…[Read more]
When your lips and hers
in joyous bliss are joined and meld as one,
and the realization hits you that
true love at last has come
and your heart it starts to hammer
like some frantic big bass drum,
just remember at that moment when
your kiss is finally done,
When your standing in a
rental tux upon your wedding nigh…[Read more]
When light no longer
rose to kiss me…”
my lips ached in the
shadows of demons wings,
for I had sold
my soul for music,
and the devil had
claimed his due.
Mine was a
magnificent voice given
that one would die for,
after the contract was signed.
But the brilliance of
inspiration abandoned me,
leaving me nothing I could…[Read more]
I was hitching a ride somewhere on the south side of the U.S. of A.when I got a thumbs up from a somewhat soused geezer in a ten gallon hat. Old, countrified Earle took me out for a whirl in his custom, black Caddie. He had a set of long horns mounted on the hood, and a lead foot infected with elephantiasis mounted on the gas pedal. [Read more]
It was just after 5:30 A.M. and the morning star still graced her window as she rose and donned her cross,and some clothing that even the Salvation Army would not have saved.
Then she ate a bit of pineapple for breakfast with a cup of freeze dried coffee, mingled with hot tap water. It was a schedule…[Read more]
It’s just pulling in
The Imagination Express,
a quatrain of delight
near the conjunction of
your station of thoughts.
Its sing-song, clackety-clack
rhythms of life draw
all poets near and far.
across the tracks
laid by poets of old,
hammered out in
short lines of steel and lead pressed
across the remnants…[Read more]
A Word Bank Trilogy.
My challenge was to make two poems out of the word bank below. Each had to be under 150 words, not including the title.
All readers and writers here are welcome to add their version of the word bank challenge in my comment box.…[Read more]
Bukowski style poetry
When we lose control of our vices we can be prone to lose those deer to us.
Six deer cross my path, on a dark country lane,
completely ignorant of the 300 horse power
held in check by my left foot.
Numbed by t…[Read more]
I have this cat that I call “Fly,”
I’m almost positive he could,
He leaps up, oh, so very high,
As a fly….this cat is good,
His feline form he often flings,
To sudden death it’s […]
It was a
in the Brairdale projects,
but to me
it was a balcony
at the Taj Mahal,
The neighbor kids all
to talk and play,
but she lived there,
the most stunning girl
We were Juxtaposed
in that classroom
she of the fall off
my chair beauty,
and me at the awkward
stage of fourteen,
Just suppose I had
overcome my shyness,
struck up a conversation
with my […]
I am gnawed bones
licked to sheer abandonment
on a Savannah that graces
the African plains.
Lying ravished in the
hot sun’s blanket,
my lioness slinking
away for a wash,
in the cool basin
where Swahili […]
Brotherhood of the Dead!!
The skull grins at me
holding secrets I’ve
yet to experience.Its former youthful
This the only remnant
of what was […]
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