Poets Log

  1781 The fight against Briton To protect young USA Was at a cost of many men (heroes) That September 8th, 1781, date. They knew freedom was a just cause-- Should causes be needed. General Greene at the command: The men knew they would conquer. That South Carolina plain turned red-- Blood of the fallen and wounded. Their town was on fire: without a shepherd! But, as miracles go, the Brits cavalry Started to leave, shooting while backing away,  Fleeing to their country. Our patriot fathers that died that day Spent their lives for us all. Two hundred plus Years later remembered as brave and American-- My freedom gained by their fall. Thank-you patriots in "sunny spirit land," From this free nation that wouldn't have been. Your memory will never be dead. **after reading Phillip Freneau "To the Memory of Brave Americans"

 A Young Man Fell into a Hole A young man fell into a hole,  Though witnesses shouted "Stop! and No-no!"  As distractive young ladies danced, Flaunting their tits n' ass, The young man didn't look before going.

 Baby Baby, baby, baby, I been takin' that long walk home tonight... Skittle doo bop, alright. Then, woah! pop! My emergency brakes lock, adoring a girl with big, full lips, across the street at Hoo Doo's lot. Woo, Earth angel, earth angel... Tic-toc, all time stops! Her milk-white half-tops' straps falling off-- she's illustrious! I can't get enough. Here's what my fortune-cookie said: "You have a strong desire for a home and your family comes first." So, applying what I'd read, I exclaimed: "Please, please me vivacious!" Her posture's arched and leaning back, flaunting her legs and waist just for effect. Her hips are arched to her front, as if in climax and she's in a skirt design known as "easy access." Woo, earth angel, earth angel-- God help me to keep it together. My hard wood rod is at full stance though I start walking over to approach her. Suddenly, a Hoo-Doo store employee yells out: "Where is that that th

 Blonde Blonde hair down frizzy, Blonde hair tucked-up tight, Eyes blue as Heaven, with a sparkle of white. Your voice and laugh echo to me, There's nothing fake, you’re true. Something in your way excites me, It's nice being around you. Your smile is amazing, But your attitude is even cooler. Comparing your intelligence To the brightest northern star, Other girls seem like dim, flickering candles. If you only knew how I feel about you, You know it's beyond skins beauty. I believe that you’re hiding  Angel wings below your clothing. The hardest part of knowing you,  Is everything that isn’t!

  Constellation Tracy Her beauty is bright as the sun! Don't open your windows too long,  She'll burn her image into your soul. No good way to forget her, no matter how low the dose It'd be impossible if taken any stronger. In the stars of the night sky Your name twinkles along the Ecliptic: I call it "Constellation Tracy," Orion reaches up to touch you.

  Economics June 20th, 2017      It's not inside economics, it's outside and who controls "THE HAND OF FORCE." What I mean is lenders and issuers are like one in the same to the people who haven't any collateral bargaining chips (land, vehicles, stocks, bonds, et-cetera).      Why should one man work full-time and still only have wage enough to drive a twenty-year-old vehicle; live in his parent's basement; eat frozen dinners: Yet the unemployed reap from the working-man's taxes and have newer things and more social life through the "free" income.       We (Americans) NEED Ezra Pound today! The system is broken, but they (the government) just keep hitting it: maybe the TV's reception will come back. That's no realistic way to fix the problem vermin chewing on the cord of the Americans. When did humans become like products, shipped like goods to other countries for work-yet we import back the same Gilden tee-shirt after the U.K. appli

  I Laid There I laid there fighting The maddening wonders, Of why I couldn't get any sleep. After long enough restlessness, I knew one way, Only, To wearingly knock myself out. I scratched my itchy soul’s desire, Freeing desired inner thoughts, of making love with you. You were my bed, And I was in you. Every thrust continued, longer Then only the great complete release. I didn't want to get up And get out immediately after, And thanks to a flower & seashell patterned Quality napkin, I didn't have to. I didn't have to rush, As it soaked up  All that released energy's glaze, That’s a joy-gift to you, from my almond nuts. Oh boy, Time to sleep! 

  In Focus? Blue water jug with money inside-looks like mostly pennies— How long have I been saving? Two electrical cords tangle one outlet— Who'll get the Wisconsin electric current? The room heater (set at sixty-eight degrees) turns on, The rug underneath must be warm. Candle flame blowing with the air. Annoying to watch it and stare. Two handles have the storage cabinet, There's nothing inside but an old laptop. White window corner adds (a focus point) to the Duck picture on the wall. Pet photos set atop the desk,  I wonder, do they even notice? White pages and yellow pages-- Both get outdated. Remote pet training collar lay on a shelf, Manufacturer lied; it isn't waterproof. Breathe...am I in focus?

  Lobby Sitting in a lobby, Radio fades in & out. "Devil Went to Georgia" And static play from a broken RCA boom box. Ceiling fan's shadow swirls, While fan blades spin around the Center of the octagon shaped room. Flower patterned carpet confuses the eyes, Dizzying while lights strobe.

 Lonely!   This is the very first time am trying this so am not comfortable sharing details about me, but here are the basics. I'm single, loving, caring, honest, ambitious and good looking. I like sports and the outdoors, I enjoy sightseeing, exploring and more. I'm looking for a matured woman to give me the happiness and excitements of life, a woman I can call mine and always make me happy all the time. I believe age is just a number  and good looks does not define the heart. I am looking for a real woman who is ready for a serious, meaningful relationship. Someone who is both friend and lover, that we can enjoy each other's company and do things together. I would like to be with a woman that we can have fun together, can handle any situation, take control and at the same time remain compassionate. I would like to have a relationship with all the sparks and be able to grow with someone. I also have an amazing relationship with God, hope

  On a Park Bench    On a park-bench facing the river, A lone goose honk comes from the reeds across the other side. The wind is chilly, my dog sitting here with me, He whines. We were going to walk the boardwalk trail, but dogs were prohibited as if they were alcohol. ASS-HOLES!

  That's How You Made Me Feel Back Then I loved your multi-pierced ears Your deep and intent looking eyes Your soft nose, your kissable toes Your butterfly tattooed back Your large breasts and small nipples front Your bah-dunk-a-dunk. Oh, your brain (it's curious waves) The way you said "oh-jeez!" And you in jeans-sometimes out. Your milky white skin tone, oh! how I wanted to bone-- however, we ended up in a sixty-nine. That's how you made me feel back then!

  The Menorah Candle Peeking at the TV set,  when I awoke last night, there was a picture-perfect Jew (Long beard, silly black hat and black coat) lighting the Chanukah menorah candle, outside Waukesha Co. courthouse. The FOX6 News showed people standing around  to watch the event. I'm no Jew, but am spiritual enough to go watch, be socially active.  Enthusiastically, I packed the dog in the truck, we'd only go for a minute. Florence + The Machine's cover of “Stand by Me”  playing on the radio, setting an honest, melodiousness for driving. But arriving there, there was nobody (Save a Black FedEx truck driver, unloading a mailbox). No perfect Jew! No news vans! No crowd of people! Only a parking lot,  with a giant candle display standing in the blowing wind--all lonely. Turning to my dog—sitting on the passenger seat— I said, "Well, . . . that was something," while turning the truck around and heading back home from noth

  Traditions of Poetry Tone your inner Robert Frost Corona 3 your Ernest Hemingway Image yourself after Emily Dickinson Form your own Walt Whitman Theme just like William Carlos Williams Inspire your "true" feelings, but Language yourself after E. E. Cummings The American traditions of poetry Matrix an experience.  Light for the darkest times!

  Wig (May 2017) It was something He had written About that time... About a special wig At a certain shop, For a magic price, To a collector. To say it was "one-of-a-kind" Would be to say the least!

  Update Your Acceptance Down and in are your outsides down. Your insides out when you’re troubling doubt. Should I, or Shouldn't I? Moving forward, going backward, Trade it in on a new way of mind. If you keep it, you can't play it. If you update it, you might accept it... But you'll still stomach the memory and meaning. Ok, you sold it, you beat it, you decided, and you won. Now, how can you replace it--with something that just isn't it?! I will only get close as comfort will let me. For the thirst may or may not be quenched. But what will tomorrow make seen to me . . . Taped with regret? Update Your Acceptance!  

  Sleeping Pets Dog and cat are lying on the couch, Cat is zonked, Dog is halfway out. Dog snores, his eyes slowly close. Cat breathes silently, doesn’t care, and doesn’t notice. Cat rests on the sofa, while dog is on the cushions. Cat has a blanket; dog has a pillow. Cat readjusts himself a little, One paw extended over his tail. Dog opens his eyes a little, while Moving to couches middle. Both lie sound asleep...  I'll sit and pet them.

 If (2017) If for you My heart adores, Then there’s love forevermore. And, if not returned   Everyone will see, You’ll be the one who's caughten me!

 Alone, Third Shift, 1:53 in the morning In my head I scream, “I’m done with these confining chains, It’s time to break free!” As I quietly walk down The main apartment hallway,  At 1:53 in the morning. Then I tell myself “Hey, I’m at work”,  And to “shut up!” There’s work to do  At 1:53 in the morning.  Oh, I see, it’s two o’ clock!

 Atomic Bomb (3-1-2017) I’m an Atomic Bomb! HAH! your populations' problems... When I "drop in" Just know, I was the Dr. who cured 'em. I’m an Atomic Bomb!

 The Sun's Outset Glow 4-23-17 (Haiku) The sun's outset glow Hustles folks to the city-- Working, yet still poor.

  She Doesn't Care             June 2018 Take my body to a numbing place-- I've been beaten with the meat cleaver of love. The girl I care for won't respond to my calls-- It takes all my energy just to lay here, staring at the ceiling above. In these "dark mood" places, one gets to see all their faces-- Especially, when their eyes are closed! Anticipations and fears, Hoping for a phone call (that will never come) She doesn't care.

  Imagining Gomer Pyle Imagining an episode of Gomer Pyle, U.S.M.C., after they were filming in color (early episodes were filmed in black & white), where the enemy's driven Gomer and his companions deep into the forest, where they're trapped. Pyle's down (injured), his eyes are closed, he's breathing hard, and his body is in an upright position (almost like sitting); with his back resting against a dirt-wall bunker. The scene has: Gomer Pyle, two nameless soldiers, Sgt. Carter, and one high-ranking official; all hunkered down to avoid enemy fire but are themselves out of ammunition to counterattack--or to shoot off, allowing them to fall back. Pyle starts talking in his clueless and stupid way--as he always does--when Sergeant Carter interrupts him with a direct order: "Pyle, give me your bracelet!" The Sergeant, being Pyle's boot-camp commander, remembered Pyle had crafted a bracelet from 7.62mm M-15 military rounds, back while in recruit tra

  Frustration (7-2-17) Frustration; an eleven-letter word With many more meanings. Frustration because I haven’t a Girlfriend to aggravate me: mentally, physically, emotionally. Frustration—cause of needing to be somewhere Else, doing something other than I wanna do.     Frustration over pimples gotten from eating funnel-cake--while out enjoying Summerfest 2017. Frustration because I Need a Vacation! Frustration because I won’t go. Frustrated over past, present and future: can’t change “the thing” (the thing undoes). Frustration over misspelled words; work; food stuck between teeth after eating. Frustrations from allowing myself to get frustrated! That’s why I write. America . . . Don't you get it!?

  The Summoning Voice of News Anchor: "A panel of jurors has reached a verdict, deciding on new regulations for Heaven. The jurors were told that 'Sense nothing can be known of it till after someone dies, it is to be regarded in a certain way.' Thus, their decision is like in a previous case, known only by first and last name of the person." Hanging on the wall, just beyond the foot of my bed, there were a few artifacts and some chains (about necklace diameter), as well as candle holders. The candles in the holders were all lit; individually burning with bright orange fire. On the far-right side of my room were two pictures, one hung above the other; and both pictures were attempting to depict Jesus. In both paintings the Jesus is dressed in red and blue robes, but his representations were different; being each was painted by a different artist, at different times, and using different types of paint--one in oil, one in acrylic. In one painting the Jesus figure

 Tears - Emotion (Dedicated to Allen Ginsberg) (11-22-16) Lately, I've been brought to tears-- imprints of stories emotion.  I received a letter from MADACC, they were asking for money to help cats & dogs find homes-- even included a story. There was a picture of a seven y/o female pit-bull, she'd been abused and used for breeding That lead to incontinence-- for the rest of her life, she'll be in diapers. HEARTBREAKING! With tears in eyes, I willingly fished  the only two-dollar bills out of my savings, placing them in the provided return envelope  and mailing it back promptly. My dog was sitting on my lap when I read the letter. It made me sad to think, where he'd be without me (His Daddy). ABC's Nightline was on TV telling the story of a guy named Pat. He was a fireman who'd been severely burned, luckily, he received a face transplant. He had regained sight, regrown hair, and even met the mother of the face he now wears. She kissed his forehead, saying sof

  1666 Woken from sleep in the dead of night Screams and cries ripping through the quiet I gasped and saw a raw, orange light Jumped up, took my blanket to cover my face: Fire has taken over this place. With one last look, I held my breath. Thought "God if you exist" and made way for the exit. After I had made it out, it was apparent  No one else was around; their shouts could still Be heard inside the flaming house. As I tried to go back and help, Thud, Thump; the roof just let-out. Standing, shaking, my jaw dropped. My family’s cries had just been stopped-- Only crackling fire made sound now. Day after dreadful day I replay it in my mind. The pile of ashes reminding me Of a world gone by a home, a wife & kids, And a prized garden, now just blowing soot around  This empty lot. Ask the maker "ashes to ashes, dust to dust,"  Why not just leave us? This year of our lord Sixteen Hundred Sixty-Six. **after reading Anne Bradstreet's "The Burning of our

  9/11/17 Just as when you feel a certain way. "I don't even Wanta see this" Sitting in the bathroom, turning off the lights-- Though it creeps in at the door's edges. No longer in total darkness, your vision adapts: Noticing the disturbing, tricky, light's glow-- You give up, flipping the room lamp back on: now hoping its bulb doesn't blow out. Everything seems like your feelings are justified. Just a spoon misplaced in a pile of forks: You'll either "suffer through it,"(why complain) Or you're to ignorant to stop the fight-- The Will inside shall overcome--regardless of how careless things get. You're playing in the tree house, Amongst the treetops. Who will answer the door if they come? Come back to Earth; come back to reality. Get a hobby, consume yourself in it. You won't have time for all the "silly bullshit" and neediness . . . you'll be more interesting too!  Invest time in your business, independence,