Words
This Winter Day
What are WE to one another?
If not reminders of our
Continuous connection to Earth
And to the Love inherent in Her Creation.
Where...
Decadence Outside Dior’s
I walked down the avenue of obscenity,
of unspeakable wealth,
store window displays glazed
with million-dollar baubles
for women waltzing by
in shoes of gold,
bandaged faces newly
contoured by plastic...
Death-Bridge Keeper’s OTHER Five Questions (THREE Questions!)
To WHAT,
from what,
is time a bridge?
Of WHO
and WHAT
is that bridge a carrier?
To WHAT
do the people
and things
the bridge carries
across
and back
throw up
a collective
— and insurmountable —
BarRRier???
Born...
Free Poetry Skool @ Downtown Public Library
Poets gather
like words on a page
scribed in their own handwriting
as illustrious lines
they embody poetic form
— such as , a tercet , perhaps —
where this...
Taking a Short-cut on a Dead-end
You know...
I’ve been dying, more than I’ve been living
I’ve been making more than I’ve been giving
You’re telling me I’ve been forgiven, what am I...
Bring an Original Poem to Class
Scary things, scary things
The things that have created me
All come back, so haunting
Surrounded now, I can not breathe.
Can someone please
Soon help me
Rid my life...
The failure in our living
Dying where we stand,
slouched, our eyes closed,
hands covering our ears,
one could almost imagine
the world has stopped revolving,
a silent protest
against our collective indifference
of the rot...
Viewer’s Choice
Those who can afford tickets
to the theater, opera,
savoring the culture
of a city of prosperity,
where millions skimp on meals,
worry about their children
denied opportunity
because of poverty,
tormented...
Broken Poem
There is a poem
lying beside the road, its red
fur ablaze in the morning sunlight.
The spine of the poem is broken
and one leg is partially...
