Branson Brody died one day,
While jostling Juliette far away
From crashing curtains in a play
That pulled down on his head.

Rafters rocked as beams broke free,
That caused the drape calamity,
And doused Shakespeare’s soliloquy,
With Branson cloaked and dead.

Juliette jested god of sun
To whip his steeds so they would run
In westward haste, as beams begun
To drop down on the stage.

On a shivering, windy
spooky night of
Friday the 13th
Freddy Krueger is set up
on a blind date in his
vampire attire outfit
serving for a hot boiling
of cauldron pot dinner
and a spider web
of pumpkin cream pie
for a dessert
through our first meeting
of the encounter
his demand of character
and an outburst of temper
turned me off with such
filled me with a nerve-wracking
with a sense of troublesome
words have no form are
falling from my lips

Slowly reaching out to you
In honesty revealing!
An intimate, but simple touch.
A heavenly kind of feeling.
Eyes of fire, the passion burns.
In a frenzied kind of healing
Quickly we move and accelerate
to consummate our dreaming.
Two rider's on a raging sea,
Two ships pass in the night!
undaunted and unyielding
So ends the lovers plight

Though descendent of Jews,
I feel boggled at the brutal,
nasty and wanton war between
Israelis and Palestinians.

Many innocent victims
bred to know and hate their enemy
impossible mission
to reconcile one Semitic
group of peoples from another.

The bloody English
begat and fomented
debacle between Israelis and Palestinians.
little more than a century ago,
particularly usurping territory
courtesy aggressive premise
might makes right.

My life: A soda bottle, way too many times shaken
By woes and worries, which made dents and holes
In my tense tin. All the while, they did take in

My substance, a sugar craved in their goals.
Why for so long my voice has been forsaken?
Engulfing my bottled cries, Psalms of souls.

Countless hard twists, tried to cap the fizz
Although I already erupted what I drank!
Now, I gave up trying to down strap the whizz

Birth
A time
Granted us
By God and Mom
To share with us all
Family and good friends
Neighbors and fellow workers
A time to learn, a time to grow
A time to prepare for days ahead
Giving what we can to those that we love

As I listen to the news of late
I hang my head and wonder,
Whatever has become of us
Have our values gone asunder?

The right can't stand the left
The left can't stand the right,
Instead of trying for common goals
We are ready for a fight.

It goes so far beyond the pale
As we quickly assign the blame,
To neighbors or our former friends
When once we thought the same.

His master's hand was hard, but gentle
and his heart was kind
they spent some years together, hunting
and read each other's mind

The master loved him more than life itself
the dog adored him more than that
Now his coat hangs in the closet
and the dog lies upon his hat

His heart gave out while at work
he never came home again
He spoke dog's name, twice 'ere he died
as though a song's refrain

Daydreams
Wishful creations
Of thoughts that may happen
Some are so good, some are so sad
Trances

INTAKE ROAD

In this old photo, trembling in my hand
I’m there, walking up the dim grey street
Old houses, now - as they always were
Two up two down terraces, now a blur
Up ahead, the wheel makes it complete
Everything’s gone now, you understand

It was a community that is now dispersed
Solid working families, partners in coal
Then a revolution came and all was lost
But loss of identity was the greatest cost
Mines all shut down, and it took its toll
It was if our whole county was cursed