Category Archives: Poetry

I’ve had some sacred moments, hearing angels getting set to fly. Still some confusion is apparent as the soundtracks of my life collide. It isn’t music necessarily, but sound it is, though visualized; reverberations of the bells augment the silence … Continue reading →

I’ll admit I’m a few months late in posting this, But, inspired by my Diary Entry — 20 April 2008, and needing to send off the high schoolers to whom I was teaching poetry in style. I wrote this little … Continue reading →

       I’ve drafted my eyesore lariat: proctor-band, wise-lad cover-all demerit, with a sink-hole, middle-laden, lasso on a pulse-beam pulling Santa with a satellite; a satyr-lot of trickle-matter, stick to bladder problem, robbings of a fickle fist-to-grandeur man…        I’ve noted matchsticks on … Continue reading →

[Here's a little bit; was picked up from a piece of something I wrote in November of 2007, and added to.] only an overdose holds time, controls need. For a moment, all is seen: each alone is sweet the breeze … Continue reading →

The Ballad of the Silky Anteater There once was a furry ball I saw, That cried to me as I passed, “Why, oh why am I all alone?” I didn’t really know, so I guessed: “They hate you, little tree … Continue reading →

I wrote a little poem to practice writing in meter. Decided to share it. The object of this one was to write lines with 7 syllables: two iambs followed by an anapest so the stress/un-stresses would look like this: / … Continue reading →

Andrew Motion wrote the poem “What If?” to decorate the side of a building. Click here to see it. Here’s a poem that is ripe for the side of a building, maybe mental institution, or the DMV: but what of … Continue reading →

Helicopter with spin things doctor running mad shebang coming management is the lasso-antler fallen to die – a sit-in a march – mine a cataract schism splinter Fly away and forget the world an astronaut in his own right pilot … Continue reading →

lose yourself in the ambiance splinter hinder loose change collectors, binge drink on roofs with underwear inspectors those that watch by the dance floor, they do not hinder my love is an empty cigar box made of wood, from Cuba, … Continue reading →