Five is my lucky number, so I was very pleased when this number came out of the hat. So much so I’ve got two poems up for your delectation. I wish I had a chance to give the first one, one more verse, but oh…
Category: Marathon Poem
Summer Mornings
The birds woke me up this morning with some new sounds. I can never memorize which is which, all of it is musical. It’s as though the sun switched on the light and surprised them all. And so it is every sunrise. I could…
Night Fragments (Hour Eleven)
We climbed out a window and lay on the roof. The Universe sprawling out above us, in all directions. I fell in love long ago with the silent silver streaking Of shooting stars. Fragments flaming, falling. The crisp pinpricks of distant suns, Some daring to…
Hour Five. Morning Star.
I fell like a star from the sky A ball of flame to blackened ground As I stood in darkness Fallen from the heights Of great and luminous beings I stood on earth liberated I felt free and well To think as I please A…
Companion
on all fours running about faithful and trusty friend, devoted and protective great life companion bringing smiles to those with whom he shares his life looking out until his house mate returns that is how he lives his life By: KMH 2015
Indigo
Lit by starlight and moon beams Powered by inner sight and night dreams Take my Spirit to soar beyond the great divide Where I was before one with All inside.
#11bis – At the time of carnival
He is so frightening With his scaring-animals eyes His cut-bleeding nose His green filthy teeth And grungy beard He lives in the mosses With his big M on his front His pink ears buzzing And his hell horns open to The desert landscape …
It’s All Good
It isn’t so bad Really It’s just one of those things One of those moments in life One of those steps you take One of those mountains you fall off of You know where you hit rocks with your head You break a leg or…
Not About a Dog Haiku (Poem 11/24)
My best friend is man My tongue hangs out the window Collars makes me itch
Finnegan
I met Finnegan when I was four and he was cowering against the side of his shelter kennel; His colleagues pranced, as if to say “Somebody, anybody, spring me from this joint!” But Finnegan was as placid as a monk contemplating the Dao; It worked;…