Honoring the poets who have practiced and perfected their craft in our Peppered Poets Community.
And so the boy was calm,
as he grasped her wrist.
He didn't notice, didn't sense,
was neither’s native tongue.
errors and accent
he pointed toward
the person I
wanted to become.
From a country neighboring…
Delicate evening flowers
Have opened their hearts,
Their petals tremble
On the swell of subtle scent.
May this fragrant wave
Engulf your soul,
May the maroon musl…
Alone at the crest
Of a crouched new day
Near a fractured nest
Found along the way.
Fragments of a home
Forlorn strewn apart.
Do those doves now roam
They follow me through thick and thin
through dank tunnels of my mind.
Those murky forests, dusty dunes
and the pain, that's left behind.
A mosaic they form on the floor…
There is nothing to offer shade
I sit alone on hot stone steps.
Take out paints and stretch paper on a board
with my brush I carefully wet the sheet of pure white.
One brush st…
As the mist came
With the dawn of the rising moon,
The dull grey spread
O’er trees, homes and runes,
On an empty street, silent and
I gave it all to you,
My life - my sanity.
Days of gray now shade blue.
I feared calamity,
Ignored in selfish hour.
Time parades vanity.
That alluring f…
Strange, mysterious shadows
Gather all around
Prodding me to propagate
Anew from my being’s ground.
I feel like a seedling
Dreaming of blooming flower…
Mood disorder is slow murder,
Side effects from a cocktail of
Meds taken every morning and night
Like clockwork take their toll,
Memories come and go with morphing
“99% of physics is known!”
Save for the photoelectric koan!
With a packet of light, came to dethrone
A patent clerk; Kelvin’s claim all but blown.
Our lives are rivers
on which we travel
unaware of our route
determined by riverbanks
unaware that where we
are at any given moment
results from tributaries
Around me, the cement of silence,
the trees too, hold their breath.
The lake serene, like a meditating monk
and in me, a poem squirming to sprout.
In this night, silent…
The unposted letter was there-
where I had seen it not,
I had headed not where it lay,
immersed in my perpetual life,
I could not even recall the day.
The day I had, with…
inhumes them all.
their colourful carpets.
Even the red dye flowing
through our throbbing lives cannot m…
You are captured,
Taken to a desolate desert,
In a cage, dumped...
Has turned you
Into a living…
The dawn of the rising moon-
A pale penny, tossed over misty streets,
buildings, bazaars and runes;
through the skylight it seeps
in. The walls are empty,
the floors are …
Listen Bill, you're a doctor
Tisn't your fault that my rhymes are going to rockya!
I ought not scare you with how bad it's going to get
But, your free-versing ass …
L’Auberge de Jeunesse à Suresnes
Lies to the west of central Paris
Near a suburban train line
Separating streets of
One or two-storied buildings.
He felt an ocean
Surging all around him,
But, strangely, he was amused
Rather than afraid.
He also felt strong again,
All those tubes attached to him
Like stormy, savage seas
churning shaken guts in woozy submission
hanging weak and slack upon the guardrails
of false support's proposition
See-sawing with rolling, rese…
A few Baltic households remained,
Interspersed throughout the barrio:
Bodegas and the Roberto Clemente Center
Between churches built by Russians,
Swedes, and Lithuanians two ge…
What will I leave, as my days drain away?
Dark rings through dead wood, do they whisper my age?
How shall I grieve when decay has its say?
Stark realism's good when I play on my stag…