Flowers Grow in the Winter |
I submitted this poem (revised and now reposted) to Connie and Kazzie way back for it's possible inclusion in the SCREAM (Stop child rape, end abuse & mis-treatment) calendar. It wa...
Posted by on Mon, 31 Dec 2007 05:27:00 GMT |
An Officers Pistol and a Note |
He was an old Vietnam vet,a crazy motherfuckeron the block;the balls on this guy--I tell you--brought many hard assesto a stop-and-think-before talk.
He came back from the war,b...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Dec 2008 03:26:00 GMT |
She Doesnt Stand Alone |
Seasons have changed,blue summer skiesto hills of tangerine,sprinkled with golden waves,and swirls of lemon-lime green.
The sun who provided her warmthhas again faded to grey,an incessant cyclethat al...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Nov 2008 03:43:00 GMT |
This is Your Song |
Verse 1
She was a dream, a princess on a white horse/She brought life to a dead man's heart/She was a sunrise on a cold dark night/Like light to darkness, she brought a blind man sight/She smiled for ...
Posted by on Thu, 30 Oct 2008 03:54:00 GMT |
Love is Better When its a Slap on Her Ass |
Detroit city,fast lane and city lights,I swam with sharks at nightand piranhas in the day.
Love was for moneyor some slaps on the assfor a woman on a good day.
She was a princessI could barely co...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Oct 2008 04:00:00 GMT |
Let Me Cut You Off on Your Path |
I want to meet you in the driveway,cut you off on your path,give you a dozen pink roses,and carry you to a warm bath.
Undress your body slowly,kiss you softly as I go,place you gently in the water,and...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Aug 2008 01:57:00 GMT |
I Hid My Eyes |
You poured a drinklike a hundred times before,as if it weremedicinefor another failed attemptbecause you couldn't trust men.
Not this time,as I took the glassbefore your lips,pulling you into me.
As i...
Posted by on Mon, 08 Sep 2008 00:54:00 GMT |
Oh . . . Her Eyes (revised) |
Rain, rain, sprinkle down on her eyes:two golden-brown waterfalls, crystal-stream delights.she's a rose; what man would not help her grow?Oh, to be her gentle rain, her sun shining soul.To be h...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Dec 2007 09:36:00 GMT |
Garden of Life |
Exhausted gaze,
burned wet by both a ball of fire--
now shimmering its orange incandescence
as it descends behind treetops
and spent action
in hopes of restoring the product of apathy,
I...
Posted by on Wed, 06 Aug 2008 05:08:00 GMT |
Ambiguous Spirit |
I eased to a red.There he stood,hands and arms deformed,far from obscure,yet with a golden smilethat challenged the sun.
Sympathy criedcompassion;My hello seemed morelike a plate of foodto a starving ...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jul 2008 02:33:00 GMT |
