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  This is now a Hub Page of Poetry only...

"Art"   in its myriad forms is upmost in my pursuit to express. 

   I use sarcasm, wit, satire, and metaphor regularly as a means to my ends. "Nothing" is meant to offend or disturb.

  I see a certain tragedy in aging but laugh at the foolish nature of youthful idealism and fancy... 

    I recall, the  foolishness and fun ~ sadness and reflection ~ those soul enlightening times of true self examination.

   The voice of the writer- and stroke of the artist-

are bound together as one. 

 

Peace To You All...

 

 

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  • 2

    Three Teenagers, a Too Fast 55 Chevy, and the Tragedy of Youth and Invincibility.

    14 months ago

    This is a tragedy for all age groups, not solely of the young. A story of pride, carelessness, Hot Rods, and drinking while driving. When headstones replace faces, hearts are ravaged... RIP

  • 3

    "Tale of an Old Atlantic Fisherman", or "Graveyard as a Friend"

    14 months ago

    A story not uncommon for those who go to sea. Some live long, others never see land again. This is a story of Ole Black Jack who wishes no longer to live without the Sea and Old Mates near at hand.

  • 4

    Neo Nazi Jackboots, Ovens, and Ethnic Hatred Once Again. Underground Poetry

    16 months ago

    Ethnic cleansing occurs globally.... The United States is not exempt.A concern we all should

  • 9

    Are You Invisible Too? Underground Poetry.

    16 months ago

    A Poem About those who feel Invisible in Society

  • 4

    My Kingdom for a Cigarette. Underground Poetry.

    16 months ago

    My Kingdom for A Cigarette:: ______________________ My cigarette- my scepter- my nemesis, a mere statement in photographs. Cheap beer and Dr feel Good, just lead boots that persist in abandoning my ass. The Chevy...

  • 3

    The Writer's Frustration. Underground Poetry

    19 months ago

    Key West... Scrutinize the poet, struggling to describe the ruckus and squabbling of starlings en masse... blotting the panorama blue and gold, to remarkable clouds wavering on command. ...

  • 3

    Native Songs and Dancing for a Cleansing... Underground Poetry

    19 months ago

    Native American, Ancestral Voices: Cry for the rains children: Dance for the rain For the high green grass… For the return of Grandfather Dance as the Old Ones Drum and chant Drum and chant Dance until...

  • 6

    Weep Your Children's Goodbyes. Underground Poetry

    16 months ago

    It has been said: "It simply goes with the profession... the one chosen." "Nurse Helfen" She would never, could ever- get over the attachments... Each child her own, ...

  • 22

    I Don't Want Another Damn Dog, and That's That! Underground Poetry

    19 months ago

    The grizzled old Vermonter a man past his good years sat in his rocker on the creaking, unpainted front porch. Shaking his head, and scratching at his sparse white beard, he strained and moaned his...

  • 2

    You Gods of Poetry, Don't Hold me Stranded.

    14 months ago

    An end rhyme poem describing the flatline many writers feel when stifled for new ideas, and or, just the right word

  • 6

    The Maximum Security Prison Yard. Underground Poetry

    14 months ago

    The Yard: Sour judgment, slanted jurisprudence; ancient granite and forged iron. these truths, are ripe and stink like dirty cops. They hold the fresh felon, captive like a dog. a dark...

  • 4

    I Ask Not For Riches... Only The Cheese

    22 months ago

    pine island florida THE CHEESE: It’s all about the cheese. sparingly and without condiment- The tidbits- the rewards. At times unsalted and served cold. We cry for crumbs from plates of...

  • 4

    On High School Class Reunions

    22 months ago

    …Far and near, we came by compulsion by the draw, a specific magnetism. Passing time like the grey waters of Narragansett Bay lapping the bow of a sturdy Grady White. Surrounded by a grayness zero visibility...

  • 4

    Cinderellas Castle is a Prison. Underground Poetry

    2 years ago

    Cinderella's Castle: gg.zaino It felt as though, she were being led, to and fro, by a short noose by her pitifully impotent passive aggressive , dick of a husband; "Roger James Truncheon IV" He was...

  • 4

    Underground Poetry. Red Sun is Down Woman

    2 years ago

    Red Sun is Down: …Where were you, in those dripping hours, my declining moments? On the rim; suspended by circumstance I understood, alone- staring at your back. Smoke from, a thousand menthol cigarettes....

  • 15

    Beauty Won't Last my Woman Narcissus. Underground Poetry

    21 months ago

    The Sister Narcissus O, my nearly pardoned darling; lost bride to be, how you excelled. Indeed, you did. An extremely quick study; you made the Dean's List, graduated Vanity School, at the top of your class. The...

  • 10

    My Guns, My Freedom, My Country.

    2 years ago

    It is my opinion...The rights and privileges of the American people are in jeopardy. Our Constitution and Bill of Rights may be taken from us. We, as free American citizens are guaranteed certain rights by our...

  • 6

    He Drank Like A Kennedy

    2 years ago

    still intact... Booze is a tool of the Rich and getaways. He drank like a Kennedy, but never murdered a blond actress with a fine ass, or killed a woman in his car… leaving her behind ...

  • 8

    The Bridge, Suicide, a Young Woman.

    14 months ago

    Missy thinks of nothing but.... Mt Hope Bridge Bristol Rhode Island a good night for an end to things.... She came ashore here- @ Jamestown The Rail/Verdict is in: , The young, dusty haired woman, slumped...

  • 38

    DUSTY THE GUNSLINGER, MI AMIGO

    2 years ago

    "The Gunslinger Dusty" And though, the mushrooming, copper jacketed, hollow point Remington's of extreme intention; whizzed by- and the casting of silvery crescent, Arabian daggers and...

  • 4

    Me and Ernest Hemingway Fished for Sharks one night, off The Florida Keys.

    2 years ago

    Me and Hemingway went fishing for SHARKS He hated sharks I hated the sun. City lights brighter than the full Luna, down I plummeted from up there- only to splatter, like dog offal, on a Hollywood star - in front...

  • 9

    Washington DC, Death Inc. underground poetry

    2 years ago

    Death's Narrative: Restless Natives, there's plenty to go around.. Eccentric all- what’s to question? Warring psychotics, shooting holes in one another- persistently right, persistently wrong. Not so...

  • 15

    Underground Poetry: He Built a Simple House.

    2 years ago

    Near Key West HE BUILT A SIMPLE HOUSE... ∞ Traveled Far, the Vagabond: disenchanted, solitary- forlorn... In need of, gives compliance, to quiescent bones, In search of, particular Crusoe...

  • 7

    A Frightened Little Man who Liked Funny Little Gadgets. Underground Poetry.

    19 months ago

    A poem about a sick little man.... we all know them....

  • 4

    Demigods and Selling Out. Underground Poetry.

    2 years ago

    I Agree: Yes my friend; the majority wish for their mythical heroes to hold qualities of goodness surpassing their own- a weakness- an illusion... an invention of the impossible. with time, even the...

  • 2

    Night Raids and Sleeping with Two Men.Underground Poetry.

    22 months ago

    three... a child’s outlook, cherub’s face; a naïve woman’s desire. you were ripe, for calamity. covert, your night raids, mystery- held secreted. you doubled up- ...

  • 2

    underground poetry: white teeth

    2 years ago

    artificial Keep your artificial smile- and brilliantly white teeth. Murkiness keeps your blooms from exploding into color. Some say brilliance is never realized… until it is dead- can you...

  • 6

    Underground Poetry: Grey Matter Rages

    2 years ago

    Grey Matter Damns- his middle age, mortality, questionable, everlasting... Occasionally grounded, balance precarious. Easily slides into, remote centuries, back- behind iron bars. Held fast- by...

  • 30

    The Evil Author. Underground Poetry

    2 years ago

    The Wait: A literary fetus conceived, in the ripe womb, of the stressed planet; over its- calamitous species; Man. Gone full term- labor ended, his treatise raw. .. Cynicism, revelation? ...

  • 14

    Underground Poetry: Boys and Old Freight Trains.

    2 years ago

    Memory flashes, a momentary glimpse- of autumn change. Sugar maples turning; the color of bleeding, breathing their last preparing for onslaught the coming freeze. Packed, settled stone- clogs the...

  • 22

    Sunsets of the Dying. Underground Poetry:

    2 years ago

    The Draw ΑΣΛ Once a habitat of enormous ice, five miles thick- deck to keel. Created by way of this, ancient glacial magnificence, this sprawl of beauty; Narragansett Bay... ...

  • 11

    Underground Poetry: Island Crab Kingdoms, Sunsets of Life.

    2 years ago

    Jamestown RI crab kingdoms celebrating a primeval scene- a ritualistic blessing. The fire ball is slowly swallowed by the silhouette of shadow lands. ...

  • 13

    Underground Poetry. The Little Girl Plays Peackeeper.

    2 years ago

    Brooke, had been sitting quiet on the sidewalk appearing intense and poking something with a blade of grass. She seemed perplexed. and maneuvered the strand of straw with determination and bottom lip...

  • 16

    The Heathen Wall. Underground Poetry.

    21 months ago

    Called "Heathens Wall" The last surviving Roman gate, from this ancient period in Wiesbaden- a once walled city... erected for its hot springs and Roman love for baths and spas. "Fliegen Sie von meinem...

  • 24

    Underground Poetry. Below Ground Lies the Man.

    2 years ago

    The bond between humans and their dogs at times transcends the grave. The bond created in life is strong- stronger many instances than either canine or human have with their own species. This cross species...

  • 14

    Underground Poetry: The Spider Wore Silk. or, Scream of The Butterfly.

    2 years ago

    * * * Flickering snare- shimmering dew, the impartial web- embraces its Machiavellian maker- in silky strings- a lovers mesh- a death grip. Silk shows no fancy. * Widow maker is screaming- screaming...

  • 14

    Frogs in the Brook. Underground Poetry.

    2 years ago

    skunk cabbage ...The brook held mystifying secrets- to four year olds. Green frogs- ferns- spongy green moss and skunk cabbage. Old oaks, maple and ironwood trees flanked the old brook’s...

  • 16

    Underground Poetry, Supernatural Phantoms.

    2 years ago

    And a Mexican trumpet kept playing that single dirge. The tune was high yellow- A funeral accompaniment- Brass and sweat at a seedy bar in Tijuana. On the bus to Providence It was there- At home in bed it...

  • 14

    The Innocence of Childhood. Underground Poetry

    2 years ago

    and dogs loving birds and it will return tomorrow.. march 17th 2011 big pine always be a moon to wish on zaino photos 3-17-11 tand flowers in the spring ttrust the dog and frogs were green 57...

  • 17

    Underground Poetry: Ode to the Fat Mosquitoes of Key West.

    2 years ago

    Indigenous to our slice of Paradise, are exceptionally unique insects. One species in particular is the – Mosquitos pesados ​​de la isla de pinos grandes. Or… “Heavy Mosquito of Big...

  • 14

    Bloody Gladiator. Underground Poetry:

    2 years ago

    Draw back a moment, in time, sublime, just relax. In a far off land, on Roman sands, the ancients sang, the crimson song, … of death and debauchery. The times may have changed, rearranged, years...

  • 19

    .The Ends are Always the Same- Jails Institutions or The Drugs and Booze are Worth That Much?

    14 months ago

    This is it sister, take a seat- enjoy the vista, the ride, your life opens wide, The day you’ve prayed for, traveled so far away for, nearly died for- has come. Draw a line in the sand; make a bold stand,...

  • 14

    Goodbye Woman Love Bled to Death. Dear Jane Letter.

    3 years ago

    i wanna see the sun blotted out fro the sky... Friday, January 28, 2011 In your email I read, what you said, love was dead- but I already knew. It’s just your way, to...

  • 20

    Goodbye Woman. Underground Poetry

    2 years ago

    Sunday, January 16, 2011 Don’t wake me girl, I slumber long, I dream for release, to escape one and all. I see it too clear; you stand still in your fear. I smile in the mourning. I dream about you,...

  • 13

    Doomsday. A Poem of Sorts.

    2 years ago

    Mindless ravings of the spellbound perhaps. Perhaps not! They shout from the podiums of superstition and fear, “2012 is Upon Us ~ All must Repent!" Repent God Dammit... or Else! What...

  • 10

    Underground Poetry: The Black Cat Prophecy

    2 years ago

    ~ A Haunting ~ …That creature eyes me in the night, it slinks outside my window. A blinking green, then green once more, he sets my bones to tremble. Night after night, its yowling wail perverts my...

  • 15

    Daddy's Little Girl. Underground Poetry

    2 years ago

    ...Some will recover, others aren't capable of it, and still others will die before getting that second, third, or fourth chance. Many point and sneer at "The forgotten ones!" She's Someone's Daughter ...

  • 10

    THE RAPE OF A CHILD. Underground Poetry:

    2 years ago

    Little ones who dread the night In the cringing, fearful mess of the child, the one that could have been... the children suffer - they hurt in silence - patiently, and humbly. certainly, they suffer daily,...

  • 7

    Madness in Florida. Underground Poetry:

    2 years ago

    marine eco systems - coral beach biology I wandered across white hot inter coastal sands toward a coral breakwater flanked by mangrove. there to see a great blue...

  • 8

    Native American Indian Visions and The Hoop of Life. Underground Poetry.

    21 months ago

    Crazy Horse Monument- Black Hills Still unfinished. will rival Rushmore dead brothers do speak Sand creek massacre black hills- crazy horse monument A Holy Man Sees All that we were, will not to...

  • 1

    If You Like Starlings... Sorry. Underground Poetry

    22 months ago

    starlings love to fight mating season again christmas bulbs roosting for a minute- then off they go! cork screw flocking flocking starlings- its amazing flocking behavior is awesome tough guy ...

  • 0

    New York Mine Explosion. Family Poetry

    2 years ago

    one of those mountains was owned by the Williams family for slate mining "Scotch Hill Slate Quarry Explosion- October 17th,1867" Written by an unknown source for my blind, Great- great...

  • 11

    Underground Poetry. Suicide. No Second Chance.

    2 years ago

    This is an epitaph... An epitaph born of sadness and a need to understand. An epitaph to a friend whose cry for help went on years, but wasn't heard until it was too late... this epitaph is for all the others; his...

  • 6

    Funerals Dead or Alive. Underground Poetry:

    2 years ago

    While in downtown Providence last week- I ran into John and Brandy. speaking gravely, John told me a friend of ours had died- and the funeral was the following day. Gary had been ill for some time. Brandy,...

  • 6

    Underground Poetry: Drunkfalling. Cold Beer on a Hot Day .

    2 years ago

    fell from a tree . twice in my life; last time with chainsaw and Natural Ice Beer. bad business, climbing trees cutting limbs- when you're buzzed on beer; murderous machine in command. don't...

  • 3

    Underground Poetry, Childhood Ghosts in the Attic.

    2 years ago

    A room at stairwells crest, an ominous hallway. unlit for the trace of bending light. leaden sun beams, escape the threshold- of an...

  • 4

    Underground Poetry: Summon the Gods of Ancients.

    2 years ago

    Mars- you magnificent god you immortal authority rain down upon men hatred for one another to sharpen steel that kills brutally, stealthily- the children of the ages mothers anguish for their bloodied sons ...

  • 5

    Scum of the Earth. Underground Poetry

    2 years ago

    Dexter's sirens, screaming alarm boarded store fronts puked sidewalks the used rubbers tell a trade broken vodka bottles and colt 45 cans defile the ancient cobbles choke the gutters patrolling...

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