Poem – Imprisoning Images

I am trying so hard to escape. Her image is

my warden, my guard, my cell, and these

cold bars within, that imprison my heart.

Sentenced to life, I shall serve my time

alone amidst an unfathomable future

without her. Forever will I be confined

and punished by the Polaroid’s of my mind –

the snapshots of her long-lost smile.
These are the images I shall never escape. 

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Poem – Halloween Clerihews

The Wicked Witch of the West

is feeling very depressed.

The hag soon disappears

as she melts in all her tears.

Alcoholic Frankenstein’s

drunk again on Merlot wine.

No, his walk is not the clue, 

he staggers when he’s sober too! 

Casper the Friendly Ghost

vacationed on the coast.

He tried his best but failed to tan…

cause only the living can.

Hungry Hannibal Lechter

is a keen cuisine collector.

He’ll welcome you into his shanty –

you’ll taste good with Chianti! 

Psychotic Mr. Hyde

is Jekylls’ evil side.

The doctor drank his evil brew

and one man became two.

King Kong combated Godzilla.

The match went to the gorilla.

The reptile ain’t quite the menace

when it comes to playing tennis. 

Poem – Grandma’s Petunias

In Spring I watched my grandma toil: 

with eighty-seven year old hands 

she pertly cupped and clawed away 

the dirt, creating auburn bowls 

in which she placed petunia seeds. 

But summer weeds and pesky moles 

have claimed that emptied patch today – 

a bouquet of petunias stands 

against a stone on sacred soil. 

Poem – Dancing After Yes

Alone and lost amongst the trees, 

the young one stood and wept.

He yearned for home upon his knees, 

in fright as daylight slept.
He knelt in wait, but night remained, 

as roaring clouds rolled in.

The skies became a beast unchained, 

as rain beset his skin.
But in that dark and stormy bind, 

the young one faced his fear.

When he arose in peaceful mind, 

the skies began to clear.
With all the doubt and gloom at bay

the rays of dawn came down.

The sanguine light revealed the way –

A homeward path was found.
A timid boy no longer now, 

he strolled beyond the trees.

Singling loud, he basked in how

he felt the sun and breeze.
His home would welcome him at last –

His goal and greatest need, 

but if he ran the route too fast

he’d miss the sights to see.
So knowing now when things go wrong, 

or if he’s lost his way, 

to face the fears by staying strong – 

Became a man today. 

Poem – Became 

Alone and lost amongst the trees, 

the young one stood and wept.

He yearned for home upon his knees, 

in fright as daylight slept.
He knelt in wait, but night remained, 

as roaring clouds rolled in.

The skies became a beast unchained, 

as rain beset his skin.
But in that dark and stormy bind, 

the young one faced his fear.

When he arose in peaceful mind, 

the skies began to clear.
With all the doubt and gloom at bay

the rays of dawn came down.

The sanguine light revealed the way –

A homeward path was found.
A timid boy no longer now, 

he strolled beyond the trees.

Singling loud, he basked in how

he felt the sun and breeze.
His home would welcome him at last –

His goal and greatest need, 

but if he ran the route too fast

he’d miss the sights to see.
So knowing now when things go wrong, 

or if he’s lost his way, 

to face the fears by staying strong – 

Became a man today. 

Poem – Part I 

I. Adopting and Adapting 
I brought the handsome animal home, 

sparing him the shelter’s syringe; 

watched the old cat acclimate 

to a place that wasn’t a cage, 

his worry-glossed eyes wide, peeking 

meekly from the open carrier, 

the massive frame of him trembling, 

his nervous nose twitching, 

sniffing the well-worn gray carpet 

while creeping forward into the light – 

curiously, cautiously touring my apartment – 

exploring the rooms of new life. 

Poem – 88 Ways to Say Goodbye

These keys beneath my fingertips 

express my soul through Musics’ lips.

Emotion fuels the solemn songs I play.
With mournful chords of black and white

I grieve the loss of love tonight.

My melodies display my disarray.
You loved it when I played ‘our’ song, 

you’d sit with me and sing along

and at the end we’d always share a kiss.
But now the voice that filled this den

has lost the fight no one can win

so here I play alone and reminisce.
With every key I say goodbye; 

they represent the tears I cried

those months I sat and watched you fade away.
So here upon this bench of mine, 

I play ‘our’ song just one last time

then blow a final kiss my babys’ way.