We all live on the same street
Our houses and lawns are so neat
We go to our jobs
Where they cut off our nobs
Then go home to our wives, so discrete.

He is North,
long, far up and cold
She, South,
sultry, sanguine and bold

the terrain is rough
none dare enter
He, tossing a
dime
and wishing for adventure

Bored, recalcitrant even spiteful
Life has handed him jokers
and many other causes-
Lost. Unmindful of his hurt
His need. His lonely longing.

When granny passed over last Wednesday
It was something we never foresaw
She seemed to be so fit and healthy
But then came the knock on the door

The policeman was standing there solemn
He wasn’t sure what he should say
Then all of a sudden he blurted
“It’s granny, she’s just past away”

She’d been to the pensioners social
She was dancing and knocking back gin
The silly old girl gave a bit of a twirl
When her heart, it just stopped, it gave in

pockets full of clouds
the shower of light
from the lamps
gleam like shards

I can feel the waves press
upon the solid shore
I can feel your breath
in the rains that fall
forever on this day

as if the sky were weeping
for winter that is lain aside
and heavens drizzle
staining all the tide
that lonesome haunt holds
fast

happy winter
will you love us at last??

I sent her across the river
she entered a cloud
she followed me with Keane eyes
she is everywhere I am not
this woman I longed to be

walking
parallel paths

we meet each other on occasion
lifting each other from our muddy feet
we carry ourselves
with the burden of being

rivers of silence
rivers of sorrow
flowing into the great ocean
of bliss

a lotus blossoms
petals fall
and the sky breathes us.

Let me try

perhaps dear friend
replace the grave
with real grace

towards the end
enter you may
discover a grave..

hope you will
comment upon western
by Loved written

HA Ha Ha

Religion’s Failings

Relics relying on rhetorical ruses
THAT
Enslave elenchus elements
INTO
Living lateral lies
ABOUT
Insidious idols
GIVING
Glorification in gratuitous
TO
Intermodal internment
THEN
Oscillating oracular orders
RELEASE
Nudnik nonentities
CREATING
Slaphappy slanderers

You blush when I talk of ruddiness
Yet you stay in the sun all day
I heard you talk of colours
And refer these to mean men

Black is pitched against white
Red has nothing to do with brown
Mixed are termed colour in between
Racial scale rooted in discrimination

What tint of skin do you prefer?
Given a chance to make a choice
Charcoal black or snow white
It doesn’t really make a difference

My Problem With Online Poetry

when, or if, anyone actually reads this
know the reason i reach out is plain and simple-

attention

this isn’t the problem though.
i thirst for critics praise
or scrutiny evenly-
a bratty child screaming in public
feeling victory in the face of
the mad mommy-
not because i wish to be canonized
or shot down,
but simply to feel i have reached
another person,
even if it’s someone i’ll never know

Well just kiss my big fat ass
my gauge don't work, I'm out of gas!
Tried calling everyone on cell
all the calls went to voice mail

One last chance, called an old friend
if he don't answer it's the end
But what's this? A human voice!
might know it would be my last choice

The friend is old but really good
message is clear, it's understood
so I'll sit here like a dumb ass
awaiting him and extra gas

*written while sitting on side of road out of gas