POETRY

  • BLACKSMITH IN THE KITCHEN

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    Drip drop from copper faucets
    Copper pots and pans copper
    Pennies brushed nickel ceiling
    Fans aluminum cans
    Point with titanium joints
    An iron man with an iron hide
    Open me up – what’s inside?

  • ANGELS ON MAIN STREET

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    Ambient glow outter light becomes inner
    Slow repentant life of a sinner they said
    Wait good things will come I’m dead
    Guess the good things took too long
    With the exception of the daisies
    I’m pushing up while wearing a paisley
    Tie and suit I didn’t even pick out myself.

  • THE TRAGIC DEATH OF MISS ISABELLE GREENE

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    Overcast skies cool autumn breeze
    Green leaves no longer colorful deceit
    Quaint little cottage solitary and neat
    Faint wail of the banshee sight unseen
    The tragic death of Miss Isabelle Greene
    Muted gold from a swaying latern
    Swaying flame stating swaying pattern
    Staying same barely staying sane
    She’s staring intently at the rain
    Graze her fingers against the wall
    As she walks she talks to them all

    Broken cups abound and shattered plates
    Cracked porcelain sink battered gates
    Water puddles in the mud where she laid
    Final resting place naked and afraid
    Faint wail of the banshee sight unseen
    The tragic death of Miss Isabelle Greene

  • A WARRIOR WAITS

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    Beneath the gray sky and barren trees
    Isolated snowflakes drift in the breeze
    Silent as can be…
    Beneath the gray sky and barren trees
    A warrior waits…

    In a vast field of flowers and tall grasses
    Quiet and still a forfeit to the masses
    Still as can be…
    In a vast field of flowers and tall grasses
    A warrior waits…

    On a desolate dry and dusty desert
    Calm as death  below a radiant sun
    Secluded as can be…
    On a desolate dry and dust desert
    A warrior waits…

    Within an old, abandoned home
    Where rodents and roaches roam
    Sinister as can be…
    Within an old, abandoned home
    A warrior waits…

    Behind the concrete, past the plastic
    Beyond the glass, above the sick
    Swaddled as can be…
    Behind the concrete, past the plastic
    Two warriors wait…to go home

  • WHISPERS

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    Whispers


    The breeze will make you paranoid
    Teasing trees twisting positions
    Insisting mystery is magical
    Mission, moss north direction
    Injecting glorified ghost stories
    Horrified hauntings and bad decisions
    Sad positions of wavering grasses
    Shifty masses wallowing shadows
    No meadows in sight mighty oaks
    Mentally unstable unable to stand
    Straight, fate’s in the wind
    Touched by the brush …hush
    Listen
    The breeze will make you paranoid…