Poetry Portfolio



Viscious, valinet pierceing ray

Penetrating luscious leafed organisms.


Oozing through slimy mucus

Membraned-stagnant liquid

Never moving from its place.


Never drank from except from

The brown maned, four-legged organism

That rides from hillside to mountainside.


Never achieving the rank of lake

It sits, sitting ugly

For the air to take.


Wishing to be verdant but perched

As a pot.


Never stirring.

Never Leaving.

Forever sitting,





Grocery Catastrophe (Word-draw Poem)


The phosphorescent halogen bulbs

Glimmered from afar.

The Peruvian pour-over permeated

Throughout the grocery coffee shop.


The Boars Head brisket spill flooded the floors

Knocking over the barley-heavy beers

and potted hydrangeas.

Hoppy petal-filled air floated

Slippery fulminate coated.



Cherning Spheres (Sestina)


Spherical dough rolled like a ball.

Masking taste with hair of the dog.

Getting off the midnight train.

Cool breeze covered by fur.

That was back then.

Whistling train and chugging whiskey.

Whisking in the sauce pan covered in whiskey.

Frying dough balls.

Taking them out then.

Wagging like a dog.

Dusted in fur.

Moved like a train.

Round cherning like a train.

Watered down whiskey.

Coarse and fierce like a fur.

Moving like a rolling ball.

Chasing round the block with dogs.

Coming home to bacon then.

Remembering what happened then.

Back when we rode the trains.

Hanging in a pack like dogs.

Doiled down whiskey.

Eating mozzarella balls.

Warm in jackets fur.

Skin coated in fur.

Fur from then.

Laced white and red balls.

Catching games on the train.

Sipping Tennessee whiskey.

Wanting to be the dog.

Daring to be the dog.


Dogs loving their fur.

Flopping in mud whiskey.

Binging on tastes from then.

Drinking on the choo train.

Thinking of the days of games of balls.

Dogs running from then.

Fur lined seats warming on the train.

Whiskey rocks floating in the shape of balls.



Roaming (Kontakion)


What would I do to get where I’m going?

An average person would take a cab

Lousy cig smelling yellow cars by the

Kabob stands flinging franks to the dogs.

Everyone else might go for a quick walk

Randomly passing faster passengers.


Frozen knuckles come from walking in cold.

Luxury lies between the leather seats

You wish that you were sitting on instead.


Why would one choose to travel in that way?

Ability may actually be why

Lucky ones with money can get there easy

Kicking back in their reclining leather

Even sipping on an ice cold whiskey

Raised fourteen thousand feet above the ground.


Flyboys speed through the casper like wind clouds

Looking forward and looking down at ground.

Youngsters looking up hoping for future.


Wasps spread wing to fly through the winter air

Anteaters stomp their beaked snouts wildly

Launching one foot in front of the other

Knocking dust up adding to erosion.

Eating the salami scraps left behind

Reaching towards silky sky shag carpet.


Frantic flopping pterodactyls fly high

Launching from five story high roof tops,

Yellow-breasted little singing song-birds.


Wild beasts flying through desert sky

All sleep under the same yellow moon light.

Looking towards the bat shaped shadows

Kite-like leaving the walking for the wolves.

Even the tree squirrels move wingedly

Really showing their prowess and pride.


Feral cats squeamish of water

Lift their paws gently in and out of water

Yelling when the filthy fur gets dirty.


Water posed opposite to sky making change

All throughout the globe filled with life

Little alligators muddling through muck

Kicking their dinosaur tiled toes towards swamp

Eating the rubble of broken coronas

Regurgitating the mucus membrane of bayou.


Mosquitos awaiting their death after blood

Licking critters get chomped or drown in the

Yucky ole’ bayou swamp water.


Wadding in the cool winter waters

As the fish flicker fast through

Lake and river bed bellies going

Kinda fast-like in the shimmering light

Eel-like with it’s slithering through the rough

Rivers much faster than the land-walkers.


Fresh waters navigated without a

Lack of fear or thoughts of why the

Young spotted trout don’t have legs for walking.


Washing the stale stenches from the

Abnormally shaped abdomen in the

Lake waters gushing through piping packed

Knifing through wicked waters with power

Explosive-like eruptions detonated

Really loud with a cartoon dynamite.


Fresh water jet-ski slapping

Lots of rapid flowing waves

You just whipped up with ya tail whip.


Whales eating Norwegian cruisers

At a huge rampant-rabid pace

Letting out it’s big ginormous tongue

Kissing ships as it swallows them whole

Eating land creatures whole

Relinquishing their thirst and taste


Feeding the little wooden man in

Liquidy stomach acid bubble baths

Yellow and bubbly like a chemical spill.


Wondering where they are in the

Abnormally full rib walled cave

Locked down on in whale town

Kicking back until the imminent death

Eventually drowning while walking

Really slowly while the room is swimming.


Feeling like shit wish to swim

Lies can only get you so far

Yield to swim wish to fly.


Wombats won’t last once they realize they

Are not bats and wish for wings

Like really big ones spreading

Knuckles and arms and grabbing

Earth covered cold cave walls

Rusted and immovable concreted feet


Feeling like the feet are dragging

Lake down bubbles going up

Yearning for air wishing to swim


Wander like the hot dogs scavenged

Around the dirty black street tops

Lined with those double yellow

Kinda crazy never ending lineage that

Everyone can never escape their

Rejected old ways of moving


Freed Willy swimming through choppy water

Lucky Lads sprinting through the dusty streets

Young yearling ducks spreading their floppy arms to sky.



Bomb Cyclone


Whirling, twirling, spinning around

Look left, look right, stay clear of the ground.

Asphalt goes flying, people are dying

As little black bombs fly, smash to the ground.


Windows cave in.

The glass had been blown, into

Tiny little pieces resembling snow.


Roads pummeled to pieces, buildings fell down

Into beautiful rubble that covers the ground.



Beast (Sonnet)


Walking quickly, big boots hit hardwood floor

What could be there? Noise echoes from outside.

He stomps, he walks, going toward the door.

Looking outside he sees a beast, green eyed.


Its screech was loud like nails on a chalkboard.

The beast looked angry and snarled at him.

It emerged from the forest with its horn.

As it charged at him his future looked grim.


Jumped to his feet to avoid the attack.

It lunged at his head with its big black horn.

He dodged the attack but fell on his back.

It came back with its horn, shoulder torn.


Laying on his back, looking at the roof.

The beast drooled over his face and his hair.

The beast stood on his chest, with it’s left hoof.

All he could do was look up, say a prayer.



Manhattan (the process) 


Packing tobacco, puffing the pipe.

Sweet earthy air enters the room.

Two shots rye, one sweet vermouth.

Two dashes aromatic.

Orange rind, one cherry.

Shaken thrice on ice.

Poured into glass.

Take a seat.

Sit back.




Summer Hoops (Triolet)


Sun beating down on the dark black ground,

Sweat droplets pouring down, splashing.

Nothing but breathing, squeaking, and dribbling sounds,

As the rays come down on the deep black ground.

Bouncing the ball, old, weathered, and round,

Put into the air, it comes down crashing.

The sun beating down with heat coming from the ground,

Sweat went down my face, splashing.

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