“Sex” is a dirty Word, so This poem will not be about Sex, Nor about what goes on between The sheets, Nor about how loud or long She cries, Nor about how long or thick His thing is, Nor about widened and penetrated Orifices, Nor about the undulating rhythm Preceding orgasms. Because “sex” is a dirty…

One more poem of mindless Chatter Empty words that speak the Matter Recounting echoes of no Matter Simply sounding out the Chatter Chit chat rat a tat Sit back and relax Listen to the sounds that Beat upon the habitat  Random words random words Fly about like random birds Make a rhyme every time With…

I could not find a single poem of love That was quite right for our sweet, rich romance. Not one poem I could find with the words of How it is that we play and prance and dance, Of how it is we sing sweet lullabies In the bright light of the high noonday sun…

Because one sole poem is never enough To encapsulate the love that I hold  For you, bound up in my heart as the pulse, Which pounds forth the pulse of the beat of life For you, my love, my life, my e’erlasting, I write you this verse. Because you are precious and you are mine,…

It has been said that Writing a poem is an endeavor To be taken on By giants. Giants write poems because They have to, because No one else can or is able  To write a poem— As all-encompassing, As massive an endeavor It is to write a poem. For the page stares up  At the…

To my love, the soul of my life, To my love, my one and only wife: What has been written  With the ink of our blood, Borne forth from the fount Of our one, united heart; What has been written With the pen of our lives, Deep within the bones Of our one, united flesh;…

Redemption comes from on High—and it must be so, for none of us could e’er atone for the sins we have committed against the One Who sits on High, enthroned above in the perfect purity of endless harmony within Himself, Who knows no end of the perfection of completeness nor vicissitudinous needs as though He…

El dos, el segundo no es el peor, pero lo siento si estas, como la gente en general le dice lo que el dos, el segundo lugar es el peor.

Too much coffee makes Jack wired– like a cop on a sting, recording every con- versation, hopped up  on donuts and adrenaline. Shoot the ray gun! cried the captain after the covert op had been uncovered, botched by an overzealous cop, too wired with coffee to keep the wires under wraps, as he had already…