tempest, rough |
Lights go down and scudding clouds
trace brown sillouettes across the night sky.
Eyes are drawn to them
swivalling to follow as they
fly faster and faster,
lacking a good tether.
...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Oct 2008 20:32:00 GMT |
alien |
this was she and her planet
here-
alone and uncommunicative,
with alien form,
this creature waited
for me.
I am human
and I love you
so easily,
across species without
trying to
make the dif...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Aug 2008 15:20:00 GMT |
Oh |
you want something with pizazz
dynamite and all that jazz,
you betcha metcha love on concrete
met a streetsign
but night can't see his signal lost.
you walk so
dissapointment sets the te...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Aug 2008 15:09:00 GMT |
archive christmas a million years ago we did a spontaneous poem |
we're gathered together with our
friends to praise a message of love
and tolerance.- and tolerance is when we feel
oneness among us.
I love loving and I
like to love
especially ...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Aug 2008 15:00:00 GMT |
archiving more poems |
What fog is it that
covers the mind
so well,
A huge summer storm
can't rouse the numbness
from me?
Crescendo cracks gurgle sharply
then descend and inflate
bursting their bubbl...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Aug 2008 04:52:00 GMT |
random poem |
Deep breaths exhale
the deep fog of war,
and evanescent trails erupt
from lungs, rise through throats
and waft out of mouths and the nose.
Like cordite swirls that
caress the remn...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Jul 2008 15:06:00 GMT |
funny, sketchpad poem. |
Falling brown leaves
cover the ground
and my breath comes
in halting heaves.
The beauty of it all
makes me reluctant to
turn back,
even as I'm running away
from my problems...
Posted by on Thu, 29 May 2008 23:36:00 GMT |
ode to Berkeley, 20 y.o. |
Two men set out to fight a battle,
Each for a different cause,
One heeded the call of the saber rattle.
The other sought to undertake
A far greater struggle.
Throw your pen across you...
Posted by on Fri, 23 May 2008 19:30:00 GMT |
random poem- bike |
Something borrowed
Something blue
You want to write something
New;
Sit hard by the sail
And watch the cars
Pull away as you
Lose your draft off a bus.
Before, cutting the air so
Clean ...
Posted by on Fri, 23 May 2008 18:47:00 GMT |
apologies to A.W. and hey Allen I miss you |
To write a modern poem,
Do I have to feel
Like I'm writing in a shout,
Fast talking New York slick w/o
Punctuation
AND OCCASIONAL ALL CAPS.
I don't hang with
Anybody famous-no stories
Of my g...
Posted by on Fri, 23 May 2008 18:20:00 GMT |
