Starting a thread of tiny poems

One to share originally posted in a word-game thread:

raInBOW

some might see
the pot o' gold
i see the rainbow

7/26/2010

Boanerges

Sons of Zebedee
steeled for the fight,
armored in faith,
spurred by the severed head
of The Baptist

Then, by sacrifice,
faith transformed,
swords withdrawn,
and tempest becalmed

By the Good News
of The Nazarene,
and by the gentle
hands of Marys,
they were all named Mary

When Zephyr calls,
the wind bell,
hanging from the ceiling,
will ring.

When you visit,
my heart,
pining away for longing,
will sing.

Wonderful poems precede me.

My offering:

The Long Night

O sleep, how cold
To cast away the daydream
And bring forth the nightmare
Evermore

tailor STATELY
10/7/2010

Drowning
No land in sight
Every minute a struggle
A gasp for air
Why must it always be
So hard

Then

The sun touches my face
And a breeze kisses my cheek
And I take a deep breath
(of the kiss that smells of earth and leaves)
And I smile

On Top of Your List

I want to be that essential item,
one you're always running out
to pick up, like milk or bread.

Look for me prominently displayed
among the nail clippers, tiny books
of astrology, and packs of gum
near the front registers --

so you won't forget.

thought
in all its glory -
a threadbare leaf
against a bright blue sky

high in the tree-tops
birds prattle and whistle
one eye on the cat below

Circumloquacious,
it's a word,
or so I've heard,
but by the way and er didn't ya know
well
gotta be going now

Before It Gets Old

Pink skies admit no hint of cold despair,
for winter never dazzles more than now–
with crystal jewels accenting your hair
like pendant pine cones on a balsam bough.

Bazookas are what Billy wants,
But World Peace suits Paul, I fear.
They both want Betty, sweet and hot,
But she reminds me both have got
Restraining orders signed last year.

I wonder
if they'd recognize me
stripped of my
black clothes
and dark makeup.

My Rainbow’s Ripped

My rainbow’s ripped and has a hole
where no rainbow hole has a right to be.
It’s ragged and runny
in dull skies so unsunny.
But a ripped rainbow
is better than no rainbow,
and good enough, I know,
for the likes of me.

Disunited State


America, you keep breaking
my heart with your stars
and many-spangled dreams,
just like some dashing guy
who buys me drinks
and pledges to call
but never does.

Indigestion and sleep
are poor bedmates.
Acid reflux
rises in my dreams
and haunts me like
a spicy late night pizza