POETRY by poetjpb
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Tuesday, January 13, 2004PAGE 9 >>>>>>>>> A SHORT POEM > PLEASE READ. THANK YOU.VERTICAL PEOPLE Blinds, clean lines straight edge up and down, perfectly aligned, each overlaps the other. smothering-- shutting out playful monsters dancing on my clean pale wall. (c)2003 jpbrown. Sign in to see full entry.Monday, January 12, 2004FROM A CALIFORNIA GIRL >>> PAGE 8 ! ...garlic wafts through the air...ANSWER TO AN E-MAIL FROM MY BROTHER IN ILLINOIS Well, I do love the waves splashing on the sand while the sun rests against a multi-hued skyline, and the sun shines nearly every day. The nightlife here on State Street in Santa Barbara plays, while musicians tickle saxophones on the sidewalk, their... Sign in to see full entry.Sunday, January 11, 2004PAGE 7 >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>READ IT!PAINTING OF A GIRL: AT THE SANTA BARBARA MUSEUM OF ART Sitting, she stoops forward with prickly shoots wet under her tender thighs as the dark wrap tightens under her porcelain breasts...the shawl-frayed soul exposed on hard ground, hangs in listless submission. Umber statued trees stand erect like... Sign in to see full entry.Saturday, January 10, 2004PAGE 6>>> ...low sultry sax...INTO THE SUNRISE WITH GATO Aunt Dorothy was pointing down the beach, "there, there beyond the last umbrella" she said. The phrase struck me, stayed with me. A man shooting a movie with the camera fixed on the subject, used the ocean as his backdrop. Beyond the umbrella, what awaits me? Escaping... Sign in to see full entry.Thursday, January 8, 2004PAGE 5 >>>SANTA BARBARA The music of last night’s stroll down State Street wafts through my memory... sidewalk musicians with their guitar cases open like an alligator mouth catching coins, cafes with the aroma of exotic coffee and chocolates; salad bars with multi-colored, striped and dotted beans; There’s... Sign in to see full entry.Wednesday, January 7, 2004PAGE 4 >>>MONTANA IN JULY High and wide is this giant Montana sky with swirls of whipped cream clouds sailing by. The canoe winds in and out of the Missouri river reeds; Brooke and Lindsay spy a timid beaver in tall weeds. Laura spots the canoe, and waves from Sherwood’s porch. Miles of yellow vegetation... Sign in to see full entry.Tuesday, January 6, 2004PAGE 3 >>>SEA CASTLE NORTH I want to memorize your eyes in this moment and bring them to remembrance in the difficult times-- the lonely by myself times, the mundane, every day times. I want to keep you with me--I want a part of you with me always and forever... I want to remain colorless, blending into... Sign in to see full entry.Monday, January 5, 2004GRAFFITI Downtown Baltimore unearthed on Charles Street, a canvas bathed in white wounds. Black, yellow, red, and white with serpentine vowels. Derelict fingers weathered, scratch words, rough hewn, ravaging subway walls. Words engraved, protrude like veins under a crouching oak, it's roots exposed,... Sign in to see full entry.Sunday, January 4, 2004FREE BOOK, PAGE 1 POEM 1 >>>TUESDAY AT LEXINGTON MARKET Giant smells fill my nostrils--coffee brewed for thirty nine cents--chocolate truffles, cut oranges with strawberries and grapes. Salmon halibut, and fried chicken livers stacked, the aroma of skewered bratwurst dripping with grease by ten thirty a.m. blackened by noon.... Sign in to see full entry.CHAPTER ONE: PEOPLE, PLACES, JOURNEYSBEYOND THE UMBRELLA ~ Slow down for a moment and experience the taste, sound, sight and smell of life's journey outside ourselves, of people and places beyond the umbrella… ____________________________ Sign in to see full entry. |