The Poet

“Sleep” – National Poetry Month – Erasure Prompt

At night, in June, the moon. Exhales softly the quiet music on the grave; the wave the fog The rest; the lake i take, awake. sleep with her ! O, lady o the night wanton bodi in and out, And fully fri g id thy slumb'ring soul lies o'er the lady dreaming of the garden ! Strange all silentless! sleep ! Oh, sleep, be... Read More

Voices From Within

Good morning sir, how are you today? The same dialogue spoken each day. My thoughts I arrange... ...I am not deranged. Mad as a March hare, how they describe me. We sit together on the... Read More

Murderers Ballad – National Poetry Month – Day 25

Terror From Within I wait, for you, but you, don't see. Buck's Row, you walk around. Your job, you do, does disgust me. You do, not make, a sound. It's you, I greet, my "name"... Read More

Rotten from Within

Our total dejection. The White House in shambles. Our Nation's complexion. Political scrambles. The gridlock in D.C. Our total confusion. No one is wrong or right. Magical illusions. The great Puppeteer's plight. Traffic jams surround me. Our total frustration. New bills... Read More

Corrupt From Within

The paint is peeling. Underneath white bricks. A failing ceiling. Help up by wood sticks. I am watching the decay. The white egg is cracked. Oval shape askew. A house was ransacked. A perfected coup. I am watching in... Read More

Ode to Northwest Airlines

1926 was quite the good year. Born were Hugh Hefner and Norma Jean too. But with tremendous fanfare cheer, Along came you. Northwest Airway was your name. Soon passengers you would fly. Delivering mail was your... Read More