your poem throws me right into a nostalgia for it. The title of the poem alone captivates the reader and by the time one reaches the end of your beautiful verse, one feels the prairie in one's pocket. Simple down-to-earth images of "turkey", "rusty plumes" and "that other earth" in the poet's mind are not only powerful, but add a sense of humor, including that of carrying the earth in your pocket, which is part of your mindset. In fact, the poem does not only seed the earth inside the poet's mind, but, indeed, in the minds of his readership. Which is what a great poem does. The poet's exceptional craftsman is attributable to the subtlety, simplicity and imagery which make the verse flow and speak for itself :
today I exist through a heros twist paid fully to resist
inside of me grips the portion of sullen apathy...
Cuba is getting a bit colder after Castro took over
the in tuned harmony to its hidden beast reality
shelter through the leaves
taking over as you please
each haunted day we beg to borrow the need to pray...
fashionable Michelle Obama
silent through a fixture plain from deep enough to take over inside
conjunction junction what's your function
bargain basement blues
the set of Huey Lewis & The News,
a bunch of sprinkled dust scattered through the wind
late night bid in cell block 9 in prison,
those were the days getting caught in a purple haze
spot a high five to humbly keep your faith alive,
shadows break way from the frenzy within
free as a bird as if you already heard,
champions as a monkey studded flunkie
strip back the hall piece shapes for you to carry on in song
nicely page done turn as if you haven't heard
Swiss Miss to words that twist come together with a kiss
tossed as a salad with wings that travel
beats to wing your own
sought after wings to fly hence the page has turned so was the butterfly
yesterday we learn to having a page that would turn hearts to burn
free as a bird fly weekly as on the river Nile,
basketball toward the know it all with words that heal
basketball to the know it all
we have come way too far
the sorrow is ours
crusted chains in the cell block 9
love to be loved like never before
sealed with a kiss sorrow has missed
linger long within a song
great rhymes you remind to place your head upon the pillow
Nancy Pelosi turned object of a mere notion of political potion
smashed in the delicate hill able to take ans taste a funny pill
reach down between my legs and ease the seat back learn to relax..,
social Armageddon in the frozen plush tundra taste to what you spring over
light as a bumble bee maybe she is dirty by a social myth she has spoken
bridge the gap between heaven & hell
such as the ringing of the bell
shear near comfort the table with a saw
radiation
vacation
the smell of it all
let loose on my caboose..,
shattered dreams fat lady sings
bring your mind at ease
as you do what you please
pepper steak and a side of an eel;
my mind is clearer now
both hands lifted from the plow
Right when I read your poem, this song came on. And for me it brought back some memories of a time when stories were really flowing and inspiration was on fire. Enjoyed your piece.
You know...: I find your works interesting to read. You always seem to hit some notes with me.
the press doth confess, how the masses are blessed, yet, however must contest, all that is the rest, its great that you do, put attempt to, a smile on a face, that some how may grace, your lyrical flow, of said generations know, just saying hello, also thanks, smile
the press doth confess, how the masses are blessed, yet, however must contest, all that is the rest, its great that you do, put attempt to, a smile on a face, that some how may grace, your lyrical flow, of said generations know, just saying hello, also thanks, smile
I love poems, like Wallace Stevens', that share internal references, like this title that appears as a phrase in the poem I just commented on! Bravo. The interlinking of poems with each creates a much greater impression within the total work when it is finished.,
Deep adopts to deep the social prism flow
make your mark and then will glow
across the isle which temples flow
suffer in silence, let your feelings go...
to bad out of reach to relax the tried bluer peach,
double trouble make your remark flow
bust up the beat to compose the tempo...
The Poet Man
Black woods behind the old house,
In front a sloping field of oats;
Above a cloud curves in soft sky
like a silver ball, centered
against the cloud, beating with
Severe, painful clarity...,
The wing of the wounded swan
Below on the old wooden balcony
A youg man with white hair
his face the enigma of time
like a portrait in an old medallion
he narrows the oblique eyes
Warmed by the ;ight Wolcott sun
hammered by the heavy light sun
Hammered vy the storms
poet who writes the hearts dialogue
behind the house the woods grow into night
And wild oats by crazed in dream...
Unknown until this time,
He has become a knowledge of the heart
In a torn branch that was withered in the wind
A silence errodes its beckoning call
With a silver dollar tossed in a pool
It often pays to stay focused then to lose your cool
The one that has no faith in God will lose
Ronnie James Dio was the first ever to address the rule
For his was the rule of the game,
In shattered lines which wound & bind
The child listens & cry's;
In swift desolation through its pain,
In ardent briars close to insane;
With cloves of wretched stench in sulfur;
As a bruised reed amidst the closet below its altar
A deadly fix on the social mainstream headlong;
Heavy metal with twisted leather chains in pain,
An ambiance of shelter amidst the cry
To fall headlong then to believe it's ultimate lie;
Faces in the window with storms in the night,
Having fallen face down in viscous fangs that bite,
Often dripping blood off side;
So easy to run away & hide in the night,
Within a heavy metal pull ravaged plunder;
In full view of havoc proned in misery,
That balance of some equestrian melody;
With torn pages turned on a new episode,
Through a whole host of vile intention;
In mere stark brilliance from the setting sun
Amidst certain periods of social demise;
A short fuse in reluctant quest,
Within a chosen vessel to enter the rest;
With chosen words spoken in the dark,
Has now come into the fullness of light
To stand up and shout amidst the pain
Shattered dreams amidst the pain
Amidst the painted glass;
Hallways filled no one gets by on any free pass
Faces in the window storms in the night;
A laborer is intended to enter into its rest,
From some quaint chosen vest,
Faces in the window with storms in the night,
Heavy metal in the center of its scattered plight
The voice of reason is our successful right!
In this life never give up on the fight,
Keep your promises with your heart fixed right,
We live in a world that is strange,
They will take advantage & then rearrange!
there it sat
viscious bloody scope
daylight for disorder
haunted inner ambiance
cascading introduction
trampled beneath the skull
this is how we roll
love was seen outside you vacant door porch swing
an even riing stunned by the noondays sirene
spaces with traces a new days dawn
there's magic below the fawn
in the inner spacious scope of things
spite to hear the door bell swing & ring
lice, dice & mice
there's torment in the sauce
go before the toss
even que what are we to do
a barricade left home an aid
beneath the soldier with bic number two pencil
the rolling wolves amidst its sharpened brow
The Avengers
toss in the towel
still to know all the great while
the system was slightly broken
a common word lest spoken
through thunder lips one could abyss
hidden sorrow through the loosened tricks,
seasoned with salt coming apart in the text
with words confessed
dirty laundry there goes the up stream
helpless, hopeless & agreed
shattered complex to the knees
the folks learned through the breeze
the national news coming across as you choose
a barber with shoes knock apart your blues
the avengers sharpened forever
we live, laugh & love
through the honest streets of gold
spare the word of time let go
bust up the beat onto its best tempo
see the timbers from storming nature
the desire affection in the ocean magic potion
love the benefit of affection from common dressing
trading spaces mass infection with used attention
The Avengers come clear an angel imparts to freeze
suckers in the motion to pretend
at close to defend within waiters end
a special pardoning vent
onto each section of the main gates phenomial preachers gather
behind its squeeky wheel a game of make believe,
see the notion of peace while you grief cheddar cheese
humbled by the cement blocks that oppose the gate farewell to please
fly by night on a distant right...,
pillows through Autumn billows fried to check
columns of minature but not forgotten smoke
since when do you Vape make no mistake
the parting confession from here to steal
Today
today was in store a memory for more stop at your whole in the wall store
fashioned for energy folks equip for letting go through the window see;
hardened inside a New York mile wait for the minutes crown the dial a little wild
grip your hand from the great beyond addressed with vinegar from the great beyond
self settled for the mark turned ever bit right chosen to fight
beneath the swell the saturation let it be,
Today is the only day you will get so tomorrow forget in the asylum of faith
each day let it surface to noon in the bluest of a lagoon you moved to soon
faith is the substance of things hoped for the evidence of things to come
let your heart be renewed in the sequence of a song burgers are on
M.C. risen to the delight of the song can't we all just get along
rap to the rhyme to the rhyme of reason in the changing of the season
filled with vinegar we have a winner don't call me late for dinner
cooler hands will prevail its time to set sail,
gather together in us the weather formed we treasure at the river
cold hearts etched with fear why should I care somthing in the air why we care
Romeo & Juliet in eternity,,,
strong to the nectar bumble bee
the times they are a changing can't you see,
balance for power hour of power
slide to the hand as your busy by the hour,
thanks for those that came to compose a hidden garden of peace so sirene and solemn
fashioned from the notion of risk set apart at the swing bridges scream
Today set in prism glow of things you ought to know
swollen fetters in far off places leaving traces