Poems About: NARRATIVE

I appreciate the participation,
However...
Why do you find it neccessary,
To interrupt my reading. read more »

“All that you need is a girl and a gun
if you making a film, ” said Jean-Luc Godard.
In the dark with a girl you can have as much fun
as a guy who’s been laid in a film that is noir, read more »

You weren't well or really ill yet either;
just a little tired, your handsomeness
tinged by grief or anticipation, which brought
to your face a thoughtful, deepening grace. read more »

I wait for you in the morning sun
the morning sun.
Here in the morning sun,
its light burning, burning read more »

She was 87,
She lived her life, read more »

It was a storefront for a small-time numbers runner,
pretending to be some sort of grocery. Coffeemakers
and Bustello cans populated the shelves, sparsely.
Who was fooled. The boxes bleached in the sun, read more »

If you want a receipt for that popular mystery,
Known to the world as a Heavy Dragoon,
Take all the remarkable people in history,
Rattle them off to a popular tune! read more »

Aimless as windblown paper
Chanced against the parking lot's chainlink fence,
She idles down the aisles in the Wal-Mart,
And pauses a time amid the cosmetics. read more »

As I become, a fictitious narrative.
Creating a fable story, about a dog, cat and a mice.
The dog name Bog, the cat name Spat, and the mice is Spice. read more »

When my stepmother first came, her eyes were sharp and bright as little
knives. Her youth and my childhood ran into each other - she was the victor.
Although my father was still alive, I felt orphaned, depressed and alone,
crying by myself, grew up alone. In the first year of peace, everyone drifted. read more »

An indiscernible power turns and rallies us towards our lifes end
Be it strength, courage, weakness,
The driving force of every action,
A depth behind the shadows, read more »

Time — what is it,
this vast father of all concepts
luring its children into
preoccupation with the past? read more »