Poems

That photograph look could be a Bob Ross painting along the green chain walk New pathways my sons and their friends created among the oaks and beeches are old tracks, my brother and I along with friends once rambled, played football, fought, drank, preambled having a laugh Still that hurricane of ’87 blows me away invasive brambles have overgrown where trees once … [Read more...] about Franks Park, By: Phillip Jordan

I witnessed a sacrifice feeling so nice more of a relief. I now have a belief in… Birds, one held back for the other to follow into a beyond which had them swallowed Forget missing links too late to think beyond openings about to close. Tears flooded paradise breathe your breath inside a hollowed-out disembarkation Exhaling new found admiration for now eternal sun … [Read more...] about Neverlost Everlasting, By: Phillip Jordan

Flyby trees through misty musings someone is looking shifty will I reach the skies at 350 years of age as the rings inside skip to the last page A forewarning morning chat for the birds on deathly leaves in around through a dusky autumn crown far away what was said waking half dead with dread from discomforts pit Syd Barrett where am I now? Pussy willow felled to a … [Read more...] about Arborvitae, By: Phillip Jordan

Twisted road, twisted grillTwisted bones, breathing stilledFurrowed grass, broken fenceTree trunk scarred, tin can bentDrip drip bloodDrip drip fuelSignal the end of an existence so cruelly endured Life extinctDNRNature will conceal the scarThe scene no more will be a sceneLittle sign what once had beenA tortured soul with tortured thoughtsUnable to reconcile his lossWith … [Read more...] about Treedom, By: Gordon Roberts

Into the future I’ve blindly blundered
While the past is a wheel that spins in a rut
But I charge on regardless, just like the six hundred
Shell shocked, and bloody from wounds that have cut
You’ve cursed me, you’ve blessed me, I’ve whispered and thunderedBut nothing remains when my heart’s turned to dust … [Read more...] about When My Heart Has Turned To Dust, By: Leonard Newman