This is the direct link to my webpage at Outskirts.com with the ordering information for my first novel, ‘Real Magic’.
“Tanka Poems” There are 19 poems in this folder.
Truth from tyranny
Freedom from fear and loathing
Hopeful of future
Writer of poems and stories
Lover of woman my wife
Born of earth and corn
now third decade of her life
unfurls freedom flag
singing parties she attends
celebrating birth today
crush freedom today
power greed will have their way
gnaw bones of the dead
raining death from sky above
twas yesterday were beloved
White marbled headstones
rows gleaming sentinel trees
green blades turf of tears
snapping flags of colors bright
flowers draped o’er hero’s graves
long hours on the road
visit parents in the home
patriotism
recruiters answer questions
serving country with passion
leaving gravity
soaring high in azure skies
celestial dome
pressing home squadron’s attack
see destruction far below
blue waves spray white spume
gray vessel greets harbor tug
sailors eye the port
liberty beckons forward
do not mingle with women
Private Smith yes sir
you feeling lucky today
no sir feeling poor
not good no sir strong yes sir
how about ten push ups then
mix loam with moisture
green racing to greet the sun
plant versus insect
chemical warfare begins
compete and cooperate
ringing in the ears
chatter of eager voices
grubby hands reaching
flowers blooming soon to die
long days at garden center
my pretty head filled
oh the stories are so real
romance and true love
if only he would come soon
before my youthful face cracks
ribs spiral to spine
form cage to protect my heart
red veins carry life
love and longing pulses hard
it beats in time to your breath
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Fib poems
White
Black
Crowd roars
Rotted flesh
Hung on hooks flies buzz
Best spices in town boasts vendor.
Pungent
Smoke
Dreaming
Opium
Beautiful flowers
Hides death in convoluted folds.
find
hope
in spring
smell rich brown
chop and toss freshness
renewable harvest blossoms
Gray
Hairs
Sprouting
On my head
With wild profusion
Where I’m not going quickly bald
pale
words
offered
in comfort
chrysanthemums weep
vibrant memories of love gone
I’ve come to realize, I don’t look good in a tiny thong bikini.
Travel posters seduce us, believing tropical bliss looks white.
