Washington Poems

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Omak, Washington 1979

Omak, Washington 1979 short poem

I was happier When I didn’t Know any better Middle aged now Rushing toward Rushing from Half tasted meals Unfinished books Tendonitis rampant Tell myself tomorrow That’s happiness Tense with impatience Silence falls Odd in the city Then windchimes Transported

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Extraordinary Pillars Of These United States.

Extraordinary Pillars Of These United States. elegy

George Washington and Abraham Lincoln commanders in chief epitomized supreme martial mien and vocalized special flair talents summoned from their native heart-land motif in Modus Operandi of bootstraps dare acquired evanescent mythic reverence extant within bibliographic brief and closest role

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The Faintest Trace Of Newborn Lace

The Faintest Trace Of Newborn Lace short poem

Just an infinitesimal trace of light there Like a candle grown dim at the foot of the stair, Just the whisper soft motions of long, long ago That have dwindled away in the candles’ soft glow. Just the dawn calling

Inspiration

Inspiration short poem

A bell rope secreted within you not some feeble metaphysics and not hemp or modern plastic more something like an umbilical pink-gray and kinked you feel it run through your parts aching in your Achilles like a misplaced wad of

Hell Of A Show

Hell Of A Show short poem

They’re playing jazz in Leavenworth, ersatz Bavarian tourist trap of Washington State, a brittle-fingered quartet sentenced to the cellar of a failed Bierpalast fake snow sweating down the cinder block walls. the musicians don’t care; music coats their stomachs extra

Democracy

Democracy prose poem

Along the way to Washington, a red Indian is still holding in his hands his scalp and a quiver filled with stock exchange, while not comprehending why European prisoners carried old Athens on the ship of Columbus and settled at

A Dream

A Dream short poem

Last night I dreamed but not of Manderlay. It was instead of the Oak Ridge Cemetery, in Springfield where death evokes life. The moon bathed everything with its silvery beams making it easy to find my way through row upon

Being A Poet

Being A Poet short poem

While my ten fingers are busy forming the letters into words, A thousand thoughts forming in my mind as it creates something to accord. A tons of things to ponder and wonder, A lot of imaginations to expand and discover.

Message To One And All

Message To One And All ode

In 1855 President Franklin Pierce of the United States made a “request” to Chief Seathl1 of the Suwamish tribe of Indians (who lived in what is now the State of Washington) to “sell” his land to the government. In reply,

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Oneself

Oneself short poem

In the eyes of judgment you are not worthy In your own you seek the reason why Conforming to what others think Is the first step to losing yourself Losing yourself is the first step to living a lie Indulge

Come, My Love

Come, My Love ode

As the night gets taller. … come let’s walk that extra mile. … oh, the sea, they tell, holds many a secret. …. a secret, they tell, die many a death under sea beds. Come, hasten, let’s leave the remains,

The Caste And Abuse

The Caste And Abuse short poem

Casting aspersion on caste is like digging one’s own Grave For we know not why we have come but we know for sure where we are destined to Go When the coffin doesn’t differentiate who you are Why do you

The Smoke He Left Behind

The Smoke He Left Behind short poem

Running, sown with tears of betrayal, a young woman fell helplessly across the tree which lay in the pathway she slowly pushed herself to sit up and to use her sleeve to dry her tears. why did I ever choose

How Is Your Faith

How Is Your Faith prose poem

How is your faith? I guess it depends on the case. Are things going good or bad? Are you happy or sad? People say things just happen for- well there is no reason. Then why do we have seasons? why

A School Shirt

A School Shirt short poem

A school shirt is a memoir; a relic. I left mine several years back tainted underneath the gray box, painted. Written on it were friends’ farewell notes some from lovers some rubbish anecdotes. Tattered was its pocket Ripped were the

Looking Up

Looking Up short poem

I am no better then anyone else, but I do know I love myself, but I did not always love me, I had to remove some things for me to see, I grew up in the slums of south Philly,

I am not weak

I am not weak short poem

I won’t have company of people who expect I will not expect myself I could treat people like dirt Or I could choose otherwise I could cherish a few relations I choose Or I could decide to be all alone

Intoxicating Twilight

Intoxicating Twilight short poem

The twilight hues of the evening sky, Take away the blues of the soul, A palette of serene colors spread, Like love intoxicating the senses. The ethereal twilight hour, With remnants of a glowing ember, Intense violet hues wrap me,

Golden Age

Golden Age short poem

A million years ago when I was 17 I was one with the garden… I was free to come and go as I pleased…in the breeze of angel Wings… Well it was The Golden Age of Innocence and serenity, it

Mother

Mother short poem

Simple as a thought, even though she is complicated, like a jigsaw puzzle… Hard like diamond, yet soft like wool, deep within… She is different, even though she is, a common human like us… Her lustrous black hair, and sparkling

White Girl-black Girl

White Girl black Girl short poem

One was just a little shy the other just smiling wide hand in hand they go their way singing songs as they played Neither noticed all the glares they ran about without a care climbing ladders, and swinging on swings

Drowning

Drowning short poem

Some days, I drown like a piece of paper to the bottom of the valley that has stains of my fear. Some days are harder than the rest and floating becomes my only quest, brewing has no reason and I

No More

No More short poem

No subway subversiveness, No footprints on a million grains of sand Falling away as you pass by Erased by the tides of desire… No trysting birds on bare branches, Devoid of leaves by the singeing sun No listening to your

Molotov And Kalashnikov

Molotov And Kalashnikov short poem

Pop goes the weasel a hustle line was the rhyme It was for this time Vostoks sacrificed the beasts Is Uncle sam a theist? Gift was the break of wall a governance fall Gift was the break of wall a

Beware

Beware short poem

BEWARE ! The stagnant tranquil lake like Yeats’s ‘murderous innocence’ veils hideousness never welcomes any to its abode. The white liquid milk bears dear chemical venom, poisons the hungry kids with its unforbidden dread. The crystal clear rosy liquid in

The Garden

The Garden ode

I went to see my dad today, across his green garden strolled, Stone monuments graced my way, standing tall and covered in mould, Flowers in their vases began to sway, bare trees behind were shaking, I swallowed back the tears

No Way Out

No Way Out short poem

I wish I was dead, it’s the only way to truly escape my head. my mind is like the one puzzle, where none of the pieces seem to fit they slowly fall with me into this never ending pit. I

Everlasting Agony

Everlasting Agony long poem

When everything fell apart, The ache grew stronger in my heart. When the earth stopped spinning, The birds stopped chirping, And the flowers stopped blooming, Did you know what they were all saying? The dark, long winter night Took all

Orange Donkey

Orange Donkey short poem

Orange tree, Orange tree, beautiful to me A Field full of Oranges on, orange clayish earth I see Sapphire blue sky with the odd sea bird floating on the slight breeze so free The odour of the ripening skin sends

Mystical Twilight

Mystical Twilight short poem

Camping in the outback of Manning Park. In the approaching twilight created by the “Grand Master”. A blend of majestic colors have addressed the eastern skyline. Soft hues of mauves, leading the eye into hints of blended greys and pastel

Mysterious Lady

Mysterious Lady long poem

It was like a lightening striking me and blinding me for a while when I first saw her approaching me Her electric presence was like impending pearl, like rain drops amidst her surroundings I dreamt of being with her in

Poem

Poem short poem

It was just what i feel and no philosophy the enchanting moment was now on a page they told me to write in Rhyme couldn’t heed cause what rhyme did to my words – was bind Meandering words built the

The Stripper

The Stripper short poem

She showed up in a faded dress of beige Quite decent, till the time when she sat down And then again when she has crossed her legs This time though, there’s no charge for what she’d shown ‘The clothing shortage

A Dollop of Mush

A Dollop of Mush short poem

I don’t need a jerk, Or a drive in a Merc! All I need is a cup of tea in the pouring rain, A few jokes to entertain, A hearty conversation to gain, But alas, my requests are taken in

Unceasing Friendship….

Unceasing Friendship.... short poem

It wasn’t too late, it was just a fate It wasn’t a mess, it was only a chance To make someone delight, not always have to fight, But to gain the light, one always has to cope against night I

Funeral Of The Lamp

Funeral Of The Lamp long poem

I can’t imagine the world without you my friend My dearest snow-hued table lamp My universe is literally pitch-black without your glow I really can’t bear to let you go Thank you for being my best mate for 11 years

It’s Gonna Rain Soon

Its Gonna Rain Soon short poem

The sunny time will soon be over The hard time will soon turn to paper My life will soon have a change Though, I may be struggling now The time of struggle will soon be over Everytime I’m up in

The Little Muffin King

The Little Muffin King short poem

Hi there,I’m your “Little Bit”of a muffin king.To keep my”Little Bit”of a fur coat clean, I tie a “Little Bit”of an apron around my waist. For my grandma I’m creating a surprise!Grandma loves bran muffins. Bran muffins are grandma’s favorite.”King

Words

Words short poem

The glory of this world may live on may live on the tales of valour may there be recitals of history may the greatness be talked of this is the land where I belong this is the land I was

Fiddler Of The Womb

Fiddler Of The Womb short poem

The inception of innocence The fecund life She cradles her lovingly She bleeds love. The life burns out Before it sees the day Her eyes bleed. Luck prevails over tradition A new life breathes Dances her way to puberty She

Reflections

Reflections short poem

There was a time when I sat still. Soaking in unavoidable truth. Choosing instead to sit and bathe in a world of thought. The sun peeked through the window, concerned by the calmness that struck my lips. A sudden grip