Haunted
~ And then, you would call when no one at all would least of all expect it. ~ And again, complain – again, the same – The same old feeling of discomfit. ~ How life is so bad, and how you’re so sad, but there’s nothing […] Continue reading
Category Archives: Poetry – The Stuff of Life
The Wastrel’s Song, It Starts Out Wrong
~ and this is what he crooned: ~ I’ve reached the point of saturation, too much becomes too little and too little becomes too soon. ~ I drag my pen in desperation and nettle the pox of gloom, whilst the sun beats down its lovely light in hopes of hearts to swoon. ~ It goes […] Continue reading
Old Quince, He Has No Common Sense
~ The last of days in January have come unto fore, . and Quince has reached into bloom – Winter is no more! ~ But no one knows where Winter goes, and what’s in hold and store – . it’s never been quite this warm in Winter, here before! ~ For fifteen years […] Continue reading
Girlfriends
~ The girls are all here, they’re spending the night; and I swear, that these girls love each other! ~ Their friendships have lasted for twenty plus years, longer than some have known mothers. ~ They’re chums, these ones, they’ve been long time; then I wonder where the chums are of mine. ~ It’s amazing […] Continue reading
Poetry Lessons From Seaview
Poetry Lessons From Seaview ~ “Surely you can write a shitty first draft! That’s all we’re asking of you.” ~ Writing assignments from a poetry workshop, on the coast of New Jersey, “Seaview.” ~ Four days in all – readings, critiques, and writing reviews – for those […] Continue reading
First Snow
~ you fall around and bound me to a sudden silence. ~ The quietude, a solitude, commands of me compliance. ~ Right rectitude, an attitude, I seek to find alliance. ~ to what now am from what once was and find a natural balance. . . . . . Copyright © 2012 Marvin Loyd Welborn. […] Continue reading
Corbies
~ The winter birds have moved to town and settled my Maple branches; but not for long, they sing no song, these cronies of Corbies, Comanches! ~ A banded gang of all black bird, bandits that hang in tether. What gives them the right is their power and might, flexing their feathers together. ~ This […] Continue reading
The Sound Heard Round the Common Ground
~ It froze first night of winter weather, the rain and sleet and snow; where dark of night would change to ice, from sleet, first rain then snow. ~ And when the winds all blew together the ice began to splice; and all around was heard the sound of crackling and breaking of ice. ~ […] Continue reading
Jakarta!
. Jakarta’s religious, an Islamic town, their ways are aligned with religion. ~ And just like religion, I’ve found all around, the believer likes to share his opinion; and that people all fall into one of two ranks – ~ “you’re either with us, or not, on religion.” ~ I was there on […] Continue reading
Iris
~ She stands alone apart from the rest. ~ She’s different, yet, Nay, she’s the same! ~ Because of this I like her best, insouciance lends value to fame. ~ So tall, so proud, so flagrantly loud; though beauty is the name of her […] Continue reading
There’s This and Much More
. So where were you when the “shit hit the fan?” Where were you when needed? ~ It’s “Deja Vu all over again,” and where are you when you’re needed? ~ In fact, it’s real; it doesn’t appeal to that sweet life that […] Continue reading
Love Within the Untrodden Ways
~ You show yourself, but do not speak. This happens all the time. ~ Would you think I’d steal away what we both leave behind? ~ And in the wake we hesitate, and ponder at the sign. ~ Should we greet, would we seek something else of kind? ~ You go your way, I go […] Continue reading
There’s a Full Moon Over Jerry’s House
. There’s more to the moon over Jerry’s house, there’s much more to that moon I can say. There’s more in a full moon over Jerry’s house, and much more that’s really at play. ~ A numinous experience, no doubt! no doubt! And Jerry’s a man of the cloth. ~ An epiphanous imperience, I silently […] Continue reading
A Gem in the Cold China Sea
~ A sparkling diamond, a gem in the rough, how do you like this new crown? ~ I stand at the top of Victoria’s peak where darkness surrounds in the round. Is it the shadow of your bright shining glimmer, or that of the Sun that’s gone down? ~ All that does matter of the […] Continue reading
Victory! Victory!
~ How sweet is the sound. So sad and too bad thy sort is short and not enough to go around. ~ Vouchsafe, sweet winged goddess, victory renown, the comfort and coolness too fleetingly found. ~ Where doth thy wingings waywardly wend? When deep in thy presence, often is when carestruck, barestruck, and suddenly then, […] Continue reading
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