twilight – September 9, 2014

we speak as
Administrators –

a small acreage
in Hell:
our dominion –

no wild honeysuckle
blooms
along this trail –

the road
to our destination
is cluttered with lies –

road kill is easy pickings
here in Hell,
but touching it, tasting it
will kill the undead.

more from Lisbon

September 5, 2014

things still remain –
wrapped up –
that want to be unwound –

words unexpressed,
thoughts never quite
exchanged –

and worlds unformed.

more random thoughts from Lisbon

August 30, 2014

Life takes turns – right & left –
and twists sometimes along its radii
and may even spin on its axis

in a completely different orbit
than the one before the last
or the one after the next – 

life creates and recreates
reconstituting itself in several forms – 
to fulfill its own destiny –

and hopes it struck a fair deal –
and kept all the promises it made –
and always delivered the goods –
it advertised. 

Graffiti I found at a Lisbon subway station

“Poesia-me”

Poetry me
Poem me
Romance me

build me a poem
make poetry for me
make me your poem
Let me be the poem

let poetry be me
romance me
romance me
romance me
Poesia-me

2014 August Postcard Poetry Fest poems posted!

http://augustpostcardpoetryfest2013.wordpress.com/2014-august-postcard-poetry-fest/

no posting of poems in August iho August Postcard Poetryfest

Rattle poem #1

July 24, 2014

Gotta get me some postcard stamps tomorrow –
I got poems to write:
tonight children are going to bed hungry
in the land of the plenty,
while politicians get fat and greedy,
promising to solve the problems come November –
tonight childrens’ childhoods are being wasted,
in holding cells on the southern border,
while elected officials twiddle their thumbs,
wondering who will pay for the next campaign –
tonight children, by the hundreds, are being buried,
in the land where our Lord was born in a manger,
because their skin is the wrong color –
I gotta buy me some postcard stamps tomorrow –
I got poems to write;
I got wrongs to right.