The story of a woman I was bornThat much I do knowThey tell me I was a boyYes, from the moment that I could remember such thingsI felt lovedFor a timeThen came a different timeA […]
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A poem I cannot see you, smell youOr feel youYetI know that you are thereHanging like thick pollenAfter the first breath of warmthOn an early spring morningSilently stalkingAs a thief in the nightOmnipresent as the […]
A Lyrical Poem by J.S. Campbell I saw him standing there, he was calling my name,I moved to take a look, at the picture in the frame.In a moment of realization, I recognized my face,And […]
A verse from the title poem in the collection, Reminiscences of My Dead-end Street The con men are holding a permanent convention here,Professing the sky to be falling, to instill happiness and fear.And the joker […]
From REMINISCENCES OF MY DEAD-END STREET Joined at the hips, but not at the brainsAll blood spills, and flows from the strainsThe suits walk in, compassion walks outWhy’d you have to go and make me […]
A rosebud on my mindThe empty snow globe quakesMe back to future’s pastWhere the core of thought shakesThe bloodied red tide looseFrom the ocean that achesFor a cleansing of poresAnd the purging of snakes … […]
Stonewall – For Yvonne Guess the morals squad weren’t paidHere comes Smythe and PineThey said they’re taking the placeRitter broke the line. Their raid was in vainThey thought we’d go quietlyNo! Never again!
Yes, Jerry Garcia, I know, I knowBut you must admitIt’s a good lineOne that bears repeating and re-use Maybe it’s just in the twilightThat one understandsThat there’s no last gleamingThat was gone long ago It […]
A poem from On Driftwood and Oblivion Children’s smiles spread to the menWho presented joyAfter a long nightmare’s sleepTo the girls and boys. Tanks, raged as a floodAcross the snow-covered fieldsNow stained with their blood. […]