Tagged: poem 2
Dirty Blood
My blood is dirty. I drag out. Past my anger and apprehension, 2 steps. To the neighbor’s house with a bottle of Manischewitz, Sorry for the noise. He smiles. 12 steps. Past the razor...
Wind of Change
The first real day Of my life was when I banged the front door When I made a decision The real decision for myself Until then all decisions for me Are made by other...
New-Old York City
Free Verse Poem Sounds abound, motorcycles roar, elongated buses funk up the dirty air, two dollar vans careen the streets on steel rims,while neighbors fight and sex in that order, the baby dogs’...
Let Me Fall in Your Sleep
In nothingness There I reside Always falling, falling softly, in daydreams and lilac Under, and over and everly, listen I am moonlight through waters of love and submission Where tranquil pools of lavender are...
Ad Infinitum
Resist this – cold, concrete ground beneath your feet. The clickety clack, clickety clack resound through city streets. You – are the bought and sold, led to wander endlessly around, peering in shop windows for a...
Jelly Bean Spirit
A bright crisp breeze of happiness fills my chest, filling the specific corner that usually aches. Jelly bean spirit kisses. It’s a ridiculously sunny day today, makes me feel all is right in the...
Validus (The Lyric of Apollo)
Arise! All shall hail, raining down the great mountains, the Olympian gale, pouring gold-plated bounty from its bright crystal mouth, and its noise and its glee SOARS!…BURSTS! Down it sails through the air yellow-orange,...
The Aftershocks of Lightning: A Short Pantoum
The moon turned the world to ash. Without flames he blazed. With skin coming up smoke, the pale orchard leaves melted in his palms. Soil hard as bone way back when. I found him....
On My Feet
On my feet I feel the care taken for us, Keen honed and aching up my legs. Everywhere I look I can see the effort expended. All those streams of finance guided to just...
A Walk at Nyack Beach
Haibun Poems The Hudson surges against the black boulders of the Nyack Beach shoreline. A woosh of water on stone is a chant in rhythm to the river’s tide. Frankie bikes around a...
