Flower Girl

Posted by on February 4, 2014 in poem, Poems, Poetry |

My purple plumeria unfolds exposing her yellow center, moisture drips down her petals before she breaks free, falling to the ground.

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Magical Fingers

Posted by on January 22, 2014 in poem, Poems, Poetry |

Magical Fingers run through your dark hair massaging your scalp with fingertips as they trickle down your cheek and back up your jaw-line leaving you feeling like you’ve been sprinkled with pixie dust. Fingernails lightly caress your neck and slide over the edge of your shoulder down your left arm as goosebumps rise like a […]

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Seasonal Lovers

Posted by on January 21, 2014 in poem, Poems, Poetry |

Spring rolls through and her warmth penetrates everything. Summer is a hot-blooded lover that every man needs at least once in his lifetime. Autumn is cool, calm and full of color. But when icy winter rolls around, every man prays for spring.

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John Brandi Inspired

Posted by on April 19, 2012 in John Brandi, poem, Poems, Poetry |

I went and listened to John Brandi speak last night. He said, “Capturing a brief moment in time is a haiku writer’s goal.” Although the poem below isn’t a haiku, Brandi’s words inspired me to write this poem this morning. Drive-by On my way to work this morning I saw a red Dodge truck swerve […]

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Repressed Memory of My First Time

Posted by on March 7, 2012 in Poems, Poetry, Reflections |

I used to steal cigarettes butts from my step-dad’s ashtray when I was thirteen and sneak down to the green mossy sewer that ran around the soccer fields by our house for a quick drag. Twenty years later, after trying to quit cold-turkey, then smoking only when I drank, but never being able to abandon […]

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Not On the Shopping List

Posted by on December 14, 2011 in poem, Poems, Poetry |

–Looking for parking and almost getting hit by a silver Chevy Tahoe that’s backing out and looking the wrong direction down a one-way lane –Grabbing a cart that’s stuck together and pinching the fleshy-part in between my thumb and forefinger –Pushing the cart with a wobbly wheel behind a black-lady with a thin white sundress […]

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Doubt

Posted by on October 3, 2011 in Doubt, poem, Poems, Poetry |

Doubt creeps in questioning my choices in life, and love, leaving cracks in my foundation crumbling my sanity. It dwells on the past trying to implant regret darkness and a quick death. Then my ray of sunshine whispers otherwise, blows away the resentment, leaving a stronger more determined man.

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Kustom Kulture—A tribute to R. Williams, Big Daddy Roth and Von Dutch

Posted by on May 17, 2011 in Big Daddy Roth, Kustom Kulture, poem, Poems, Robert Williams, Von Dutch |

32’ Fords sporting pinstripes with blown 427’s reached for the sky and chopped and channeled 50’ Merc’s slammed to the ground white-walled and full-mooned lined up at start lines. Girls with beehives and bobs stood in the middle lane waiting to drop their bandanas as 400 horses zoom-zoom-zoomed down the quarter mile praying to keep […]

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Mr. Daniels

Posted by on May 13, 2011 in Mr. Daniels, poem, Poems |

Broke as a joke Without a punch-line, A bum is richer Than me. Spiritually, Morally, Financially Bankrupt My good friend Jack Beat me down again. But next time, Things will be different.

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Oblivious

Posted by on May 4, 2011 in Kiryas Joel, Oblivious, poem, Poems, Poetry |

I had to write a juxtaposition poem for class. To juxtapose something is to place two things close together or side by side, for comparison or contrast. You will see some examples of juxtaposition written within the sentences, but more importantly, within the story itself. Oblivious Today I saw a rich photograph of Kiryas Joel, […]

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