Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Ghost Train

**This is a story in a poem using one syllable words.

Far from here
in a black coal car
a sense of true
got shot and scarred.
It jumped real quick
and as it flew
It struck an oak,
stout and new.

It glared back wise
with gold owl eyes.

Its heart
dripped thick
on an old black crow
that sliced his neck
with coarse cruel blows.
The crow’s shrill beak
cut nose and cheek
the blood then hissed
and hit the street.
It scowled and bared
its blood red teeth.

A street lamp blinked
It could not sleep
nor get that thief
to change his leaf.

his thumb
shrieked hot lead
it found its mark
trained for dead.
The blast came fast
sharp as an axe
and chopped a clock
that ticked and tocked.

I hugged the frame

and the glass
in hope,
since two
my fears would pass.

Still dazed
I traced
his ash gray face,
that shot an F
through a coach seat base.

A rock hard sneer
trapped in a frame,
this ghost
still drives
the night sick train.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Camel Dung

Fresh camel dung
 the curse of the lower Nile
attracting a multitude of flies high above
decomposing mummies
buried in forgotten pyramids
beneath the sands of time
deep inside secret chambers
stacked with gold
foraged from the influence
of unknown origin
of which countless markers
have been left behind
flies being the common denominator.
If the ignoble fly had been in charge
how might he have managed?
Would ancient insects have done a better job
at keeping quotas and curbing bad behavior?
Who would’ve done the heavy lifting?

The chosen people were dropping like flies.
There had to be a back-up.
Someone must’ve had a plan.

Why were the pyramids so big?
Are they entrances to another time

Or a door into our own psyche?
Are WE the alien life form
on this hostile planet?

What have we learned?

What legacy will we leave for our children
our children’s children?

What time capsule will they discover?
Will it hold the key
to the age old question
Or merely pose new questions?
Will we survive
on this planet of dwindling resources
or calculate new methods of regeneration
revolutionizing an alternative fuel
a godsend of limitless magnitude
something similar  perhaps to
camel dung?

Saturday, June 25, 2011

An Amazing Animal

Godsend defers tweets to higher power.

Godsend; keeps word, gives fresh perspective.


Thursday, June 23, 2011

I Am Me

I am me
the reflection staring back from the glass
the half full cup
the dark chocolate freak
sometime friend to a certain scale.

I learn in the face of challenge
that my obscurity may be a good thing
that as I trip and fall
no one will see
or care.

I am a notion
a shadow
a spot on the frame
moving past old beliefs.

Becoming new.

Sometimes haunted

I existed before to fill your square pegs
round spaces

I persist to soulfully
in the dark
without a key
without a pigs chance in hell
that you will understand my need.

I am a rogue wave
a rushing tide
a rare
a thinking stone
passionately pulled
occasionally moved.

Mixing and mashing theories
flicking hard-nosed butts

against a blue-green world

of melting ice
smoking pillars and
smashed stones.
I am me

a miracle

to those
that bore me
with nothing
but a seed to plant
nothing but hopes and dreams.

I am much more than your
much more than a pulsing frame
wary heart
weak organs
tired blood
hidden muscle and moral bone.

Protect me from your reckless ways.

Spare the child in me.

I deserve
to dream
to inherit the ideas
of our creator
to see
beyond the black
molten mass

Monday, June 20, 2011

Cloud Concerto

In this open air venue

floating nymphs
stitch their serenity
free of charge.

A child is stilled
comforted by their play
counting their fluffy leaps
over misty fences
by the scope of their splendor.

Angelic arms wrap
emerald peaks
exhaling excited vapor
as the spotlight shines
on tonight’s premier
fine art and composition
to the cultured audience
who clap and cheer
recognizing the
bird song prelude
and butterfly solo symphony.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Appeal for Book Reviews on Amazon

Thank you in advance for purchasing my book, Letters to a Prisoner.  I'm looking for reviews on Amazon. A previous version of this book was endorsed by Al-Anon. It contained exerpts from Al-Anon's Blueprint For Progress. I decided to go ahead and publish without those exerpts. It is currently required reading at Habilitat-The Place of Change, a drug rehab in Kaneohe Hawaii. Here's the link for your convenience:

Monday, June 13, 2011

Father's Day Story--Published!

My story, "Clean Sweep" has been selected as "Today's 'Dad & I' Story" for

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Sunday, June 12, 2011

Mastiff Manners

They begin pristine
 in their precise
 like two dancers
center stage
their muscled torsos
strutting and swaying
in perfect rhythm.
limbs splayed
as they spiral down
landing abruptly into the mud
coating every square inch
as if it were a precious salve
 from the Dead Sea.
Sliding and rolling across the wet terrain
eight large paws leave no stone unturned
no blade of grass still, no fruit untried.
A rushing river hangs back
as they race by
two competitors
colliding into a break dance of
epic proportion.

Choose with care.
Sharpen your wits.
It will suit you to study
carefully, the mastiff manual.
They are untroubled by
your crow and your claws.
They will smell your green
goo as it drips off the edge
of a palm frond
overlooking the pond’s edge.
Squash that splash!
Hide your red-orange
flash and fan-tails.
Their hunger is fierce.
They will
excrete your squirming mass
swallowed whole
next to
the chirping peep
 feathers     and       entrails
laced with reckless dread.
As they pause
to chew on a twig
away the fragments
in the midday sun.

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Thursday, June 2, 2011

Honorable Mention in Poetry at 2011 New York Book Festival

2011 New York Book Festival.  I received an Honorable Mention in Poetry for my self-published book, "Letters to a Prisoner"

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