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Poetry

This is the poetry section. It includes a sampling of my poems, which are generally about life, romance, and nature. I have been doing poetry for over 25 years. The poems are dated by year. 

CRYSTALLINE

 

Through enchanted marshes in cedar time

lie emerald plains and castlescapes

petals, ponds, and autumn rain

and daydream walks in crystalline

where the elfin princess glides

with wisps of wind

her hair spins in gold

over a softening skin of pearls

 

2003

 

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​A QUESTION OF REFLECTION

 

Why I see this way, question not

for no reply shall come

instead, I'll sit and simply thrum

what fog this night has brought

like you past times I've often sought

(rapt heavily in rum)

theories many in thoughts benumb

and temper so distraught

instead, I set my mind adrift

within the starry sky

I worry not

my mood is high

your silence is a gift

nothing remains now to uplift

yet still you wonder why

 

2001

 

 

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RED GLOSSY

 

Last night perhaps

I left my footprints on the moon

under false skies

I cried for her

 

I feel a red glossy inhale

intake perplexation

 

See, vibrant dimensional pathways

were my idea, and we discarded the rest

the crystal gateway waivers

while the parallex decides

but we hide from the rain

and so the story continues...

 

2005

 

 

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THE GREENEST TREES

 

The roots were fertilized

and then sterilized

by the sunshine

under many, many vine

the trunk was made of the strongest wood

where ancient moss once stood

the leaves were the greenest of the green

surely a sight to be seen

 

2016

 

 

 

 

 

THE GOLDEN STINGER

 

The cold air began to creep

for the woods were deep

the silver bees lulled

in the middle of the fall

with a golden stinger call

 

2016

 

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AUTUMN

 

The sun declined into the horizon

yellow, titian, and even gold

for the season was old

The pumpkins strewn about town indicate

the grandiose festivities that are about to ensue

meanwhile, outside the window

the wind plays a haunting melody

 

2015

 

 

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TO DREAM

 

I slowly wake from a dream

opening my eyelids slowly

to slowly let the stream

of sunshine in slowly

to let the sunshine in slowly

 

I'd much rather live

in a world of fantasy

I'd rather be in fantasy

I’d rather live in fantasy

 

Presently I bring to mind

the sweet memory of her kiss

if only once again to find

the memory of her kiss

to lull in the warmth of her kiss

 

But I must wake from my dream

where daylight throws a shadow

across a face where tears do stream

for life is a shadow of memories,

a sullen shadow

 

2002

 

 

 

 

 

MY SOUL DOES FINALLY SLEEP

 

I currently remain preoccupied

softly singing sad songs

Down, deep in the abyss of wrongs,

my happiness did hide

when dreams of love eternal died

sad whispers would not seep

a sepulcher so deep

within a grave of loneliness

my soul does finally sleep

 

I wonder if the angels cried

when they heard me singing

over the funeral bells ringing

or did they all decide

to speculate and just abide

The folly of freewill

merely dictated still

by beings of malevolence

and things that like to kill

 

Woe, woe to those who chance to see

the frightful frown of fate

a destiny of silent hate

can creep up quietly

a demon chuckles beside me

delighting in the doom

of my desolate room

no ray, no ray of precious hope

can penetrate my tomb

 

2002

 

 

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WE ARE LITTLE GODS


Black holes, brain folds

eternity of an equation solved

we are little gods

trapped in the physical realm

love that

yin and yang


2004

 

 

 

 

 

 

TO DANIELLE


Hark!  In thy flesh angel doth grow

enchanting gift has Thou bestow

a stunning form of pure beauty

No dove wings form beside thee?

Ah, ‘tis mortal nonetheless

though gifted with a spirit-bless

impossible magnificence

without divine interference

Emerald eyes easily cajole

though your smile my stolen soul

and now to thee I shall impart

perfect they romantic heart!

But oh how far, how very far

from me lingers this avatar

entwines finally cease

so, in thy thoughts ye finds peace

…counting fragrant daffodils

endless summer thy instills

glistening eyes give way to vision

awake, my love, day has begun!


1998
 

 

 

 

 

ODE TO A PUMPKIN


Now, open up you spirit-filled gourd

oh mellow child of autumn sun

within patches blessings amply poured

earthly riches in glad life begun

but now ye pluck’d from thy garden home

though dark green arms deplored disembogue

and unsheathed the ghastly hardened chrome

Oh orange mortal the blade hast gored!

what awful demons will e’vn release?


1999

 

 

  

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THUMBYKIN WITH HONEY


Maia,

My body has grown weary

from a hard day of sours

please bring me your flowers

then we’ll sleep for six hours


2006

 

 

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WHAT WAITS


I dwell inside the mists

of a tragic wretchedness

where my consciousness subsists

on thoughts of my own death!

What waits for me

on the other side

when I breathe

my last breath?

 

2003

 

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LONELY TRASH CAN BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD

 

Container of emptiness

lonely by the street

Container of emptiness

silently you remain discreet

Container of emptiness

people passing by

Container of emptiness

rotting you disturb the eye

Container of emptiness

the day was long

Container of emptiness

holds time until sunshine gone

 

1999

 

 

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THE TIMELESSNESS OF EXISTENCE AND THE SIGNIFICANCE OF BEING

 

A vagrant woman spies a daisy along an open road

in the year of our Lord, 1874

A homeless man spies a daisy under a stop sign

in the year of our Lord, 1999

They both paused for a minute, and then said,

"surely this flower, as delicate as it may be,

can not comprise to the importance that is me."

The woman and the man, then crushed the flower in their hand.

The man died a year later, the woman a grand twenty-three

but the daisy still lives on in the everlasting timelessness of existence.

 

1998

 

 

 

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THE GROUND IS COLD

 

Sad garbage burns

as the concrete trembles

from under the broken apex

 

The moon shines above

as the puddles ripple

from under the broken apex

 

The ground is cold

and I'm thinking of you

from under the broken apex

 

2005

 

 

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NEPTUNE HAS FISH

 

The ship skimmed over the horizon

the air was cold and so was the sun

as the waters parted under the disc

it soon became clear

that the ocean had fish!

 

2017

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BUTTERCUP

 

The small, spring like flower

it grew in a few hours

scented as butter

abundant with powder

I will utter the nuance of the fragrance for much time,

and with power!

 

2013

 

 

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I ONCE PURCHASED A POCKET WATCH

 

I once purchased a pocket watch

it was made of silver, and 7 jewels to match

it had a chain made of sterling

and lay comfortably in my stash

so I took it with me downtown

without a frown

in my trenchcoat brown

 

2012

 

 

 

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BUS RIDE


The shrill humming of a steel machine

resides within my ear

shelter from the piercing noise is anywhere but near

so I decide to calmly wait while sitting in the rear

daydreaming of fantastic places

anywhere but here

forgoing my destination

but still my biggest fear

is shrill humming of a steel machine residing in my ear

 

1998

 


 

  

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ECHOES


The night sky

Turned darker

As the sun had faded with the land


The people hid in their

box-houses

the redfish swam

about unnoticed

by it

The shadowed echoes resound

the dark echoes resound


The night sky

turned even darker

as the shooting stars

appeared and then disappeared


The people hid in their

box-houses

as the sheep-head swam

about unnoticed

by it


The dark echoes resound

The dark echoes resound


2022

 

 

 

 

 

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MOMENTS

The ideas flowed

adjacent to the mind,

-and yet still fell

Fully upon the paper

Which I seemed to find

Enthusiastic and enriching


The idea of

“short-bread” came

from above,

and left me

with complete understanding

and of brilliant cognition


The idea of

“repast” came

from behind

and left me

without a yawn

and a pillow

 

2022

 

 

 

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