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As Long As It Matters

How many poems constitutes “a lot” of poems? Sometime last year I began trying to wrangle my poems into some kind of order, all my poems. All. This was a fairly simple task up to the year 2011. In the final months of 2008, as previously stated at one time […]

Still There Are

Still there are the Moon and the Stars the light of the night to know where we are under the same sky and everything else is the blink of an eye time everlasting passing us by.   6/28/18 TS

Keep These Sacred Cows

Keep these sacred cows, for meat, for milk, for skins, for leather jackets on a Saturday night, for cowboy boots, for moccasins, for baby shoes, and bucket seats. Keep these sacred cows, these holy hamburgers to be, for mating with bulls, so we can have, the life-sustaining cows, perpetually. Not […]

At the Gates of Tombs, by Carl Sandburg

At the Gates of Tombs by Carl Sandburg   Civilizations are set up and knocked down the same as pins in a bowling alley. Civilizations get into the garbage wagons and are hauled away the same as potato peelings or any pot scrapings. Civilizations, all the work of the artists, […]

Wings

This is how I spread my wings, on four winds in mournful sigh, this is how I live my dreams, this is how I fly, Into a night that’s darker deep, than the black at the bottom of the sea, Into a soul so fast asleep, aching to be free. […]

Pigeon Hole

Don’t try to put me in your pigeon hole, don’t tell me how you sold your soul, I don’t really want to know, I’ve got problems of my own. Don’t you know they broke the mold, when they made me? When they made me. I don’t want to hear your […]

Sidereal

I couldn’t find a wall to push this through, I couldn’t find a star to hang this on tonight. If you were here I’d tell you everything and waiting on the in between, Oh, what I have seen, Oh, what I have seen, ethereal sidereal, the making of this love, […]

Touch the Devil

We like to think, we play to win, it’s call the game, of life, my friend. We take our chances, say our prayers, we’re living for, the demon’s dares. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, are we playing the game, or is it playing us? Running against, the hands of […]

Of the Nights…

Of the nights I spent in love with you, I could write all day, though hindsight has seen fit to show me, that it was never quite that way. So I’ll pretend I’m not in love with you, and then there’s nothing left to say.   TS   Sharable on […]

Praise

Praise If you were a poem, If you were a song, I would read you all day, And sing you all night long.       Going into the very last days of April, the end of National Poetry month. But, every day is a good day for poetry. I […]

The Keeper

The Keeper A slow and steady flame, Does burn inside this heart, Though with it knowledge came, To rip my soul apart.   Of the garden fruit, I ate, And […]

April

I’ll draw a picture of my life, Colors running outside the lines, Bright sun blazing through the downpour, The silver lining leaking out, Running wild through the streets, The song of the wind the only refrain, The sound of your name. The sound of your name. I’ll tell you how […]

Stood Up

  I spent all of twenty minutes, Deciding what to wear, Maybe half an hour, Doing something with this hair, Then rushed through, soggy, rain-slicked streets, Fog hanging in the air, Only to find our table empty, You were never there.   I waited until they closed the place, Though […]

Atlas Shrugged

  I tried to lift the whole world up, To carry it around, On my scrawny shoulders, I tried to focus on the sound, Of my own heart beating, My breathing in and out, I thought I knew the way along, I didn’t have a doubt. I knew that I […]

The Rocket Ride

Now you’re on the launchpad, waiting for the rocket ride, and if you play it cool enough, maybe they’ll invite you inside, so deep inside, the catacombs of Wonderland, the world as you’ve never seen, the soft, white, underbelly, of the darkest dream, where everything is at your service, waiting […]

It’s Me, Pearl.

It’s Me, Pearl. An Ode to Janis Joplin It’s never me, it’s you, except that it’s always me, it has never not been me, it has never not been some glaring inadequacy of me, when at my best, it was me, unintentionally, making everyone else feel bad, about whatever they […]

Saturday

You bark-tweet, shout-scream, whisper-dream, some thing into the void, Clamoring for relevance for distribution to the masses the echo back that tells you your voice reached someone somewhere somehow From here in a quiet room where words play out a merry tune and out of tune relinquish themselves unto the […]