Category Archives: Poem
A long time ago in a galaxy far far away,
Surpassing all kings, powerful and tall beyond all others,
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive,
Call me Ishmael,
It’s a beautiful day in this neighborhood,
It’s been a hard day’s night,
Whan that Aprill with his shoures sote,
Dr. Andrew Scott loved coming into the school in August,
Dites-moi, pourquoi, la vie est belle,
This land is your land,
We the people of the United States,
We bring the trains to you,
First the colors. Then the humans,
A robot may not injure a human being,
Every action done in company ought be done with some sign of respect to those that are present,
Preheat the oven to 425-degrees,
Sing a song, read a book, watch a movie, take a walk, bake some cookies,
So at the Gates stood Conor
Awaiting his newest best friend.
Faye joined him eager yet sore confused,
This was no one’s idea of a good end
She’ll never be seven
She plays now in Heaven
And our tears yields no answers
To the never answered Oh God, Why?
Why did that thirty-something
Lose contact with his humanity?
Just playing outside in her front yard
These things are always so damn hard
Are we all so willfully and totally blind?
Is this some new flavor of miswrought insanity?
Our ocean awash in pain and despair—
There’s no satisfying answer, ever, anywhere.
Bad parenting, bullying, party drugs?
A chromosome split and expressed wrong?
Just why can’t this stop, just…please…stop!
Do we just let this go and let Pain chase erelong?
Faye and Conor skip off into the sunset,
We here, head in hands, perplexed and twisted.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Faye, and to you who still love;
While our tears coalesce with a countenance sorely misted.
Gave up my HRH
Throw’d out my Bible and my Koran
Looking for a new truth
Featuring Love of We, the Common Man
We all look up at the same starry sky
As I long for any lovely fellow Earthling
At the morning our Sun comes from the East
Why do we brothers treat each other like a thing?
Interred my aunt in the family crypt today
At the intersection of a reprisal and the forsaken
By four past post meridian it was all at last over
No love lost, no Southern faith left unshaken
Decoding lies from the curious misconstrued truths
I find time to raise chagrin with my toasting glass
In a hundred years no one’s gonna give a damn
George is right: all things, thank goodness, will pass
So at the end the poet lays down his pen
Not sure if he’ll ever bother to versify again
Their wine glasses met
Their lips were sure to follow
She of undetermined glances
He an escapee from yonder hollow
A chance meeting in the Artmosphere
A renowned Cajun dance band
He asked for a dance
Later she took his hand
Up the forty-nine
A full moon recumbent
Light paused and cloud scattered
Allowances taken and full spent
A rainy morning greeting
Toast and coffee? Sure…
A drive around Alexandria
Another three hour tour
Returned to Lafayette
Keen promises to meet again
A thought: do you like trains?
Have you ever heard of Ashland?
Have you ever been
To a place for just us
Where it was okay to do
When she wanted you to reach
When you let her unbutton
And she would
She let you slip it off
Have you been to
A place of…it was Pure
Where sharing was breath-taking
A look and a slow deep smile
You were free
Breathing, catching your breath
Losing your breath
But not wrong, never wrong
Have you ever been
Thought up some good lines
You’ll not find them here
The need is too great
And my cost far too dear
Thought up some fine lines
They’ll never equal your curves
But you didn’t come visit
By myself as one like me deserves
Thought up some great words
Maybe scrabble them tonight
Where is true reason and sound love
OH so far away and clear out of sight
Thought up some keen phrases
A poet wise could keen use
Ha! Won’t be me—
Can’t compose with these dues
Thought up some last lines
A retort for a field of regret
In this land of brambles and peace—
You ain’t seen nothin’ yet