I am a 71 year old, retired, police and fire dispatcher for the city of San Francisco. I have known from adolescence that I am a poet, but I largely put off writing poetry until I felt compelled by circumstances This moment of recognition was a terrible way to fall awake. I started writing seriously, if sporadically, in 2007. The purpose of building a web site for the poetry is not to promote it, but to acknowledge it by preserving it.
! In Dublin, A Woman’s Voice Second Iteration ! It is an excelling French restaurant In an old city quarter not far from St. Stephen’s Green. I sit under a canopy, cordoned off. All around in the alley, shoulder to shoulder covivialists Speak incessantly, or stand side by side drinking. ! Bedecked in evening dress, I see her strike an entrance. The … More In Dublin, A Woman’s Voice, 2nd Iteration
! The Three Fates, St. Stephen’s Green, Dublin ! All the world’s Greens should be sanctified as saints. Parks are havens for ancient art, for artists creating. Strollers conceive the future as an insubordinate dream. In St. Stephen’s Green, The Three Fates confound eternity By being the fullness of time. Past Fate, Present Fate connive. Future Fate waits apart. ! This first sister … More The Three Fates, St. Stephen’s Green, Dublin
! In Dublin, A Woman’s Voice First Iteration ! It is an excelling French restaurant In an old city quarter not far from St. Stephen’s Green. I sit under a canopy, cordoned off. All around in the alley, shoulder to shoulder covivialists Speak incessantly, or stand side by side drinking. ! Bedecked in evening dress, I see her strike an entrance. The … More In Dublin, A Woman’s Voice
! Days Of Power Dedicated To Michael Karl ! The Eve Of “Compete!” (Processed. Examined. Weighed.) ! As the doors to Tucson Strength open, A rookie lifter, I step into check-in chaos. Michael is quick to assess: “I’ll wait for you in the car.” I cool my heels in a huddle. Seated next to my stance, A woman lifts her … More Days Of Power
! Boxing Forward Dedicated To Lizetta Smith, And, 41 Lines For Josiah, Aged 41 Years ! We enter our “fight club” as chance selects us, Huddle there only to talk and laugh. As usual, Coach Lizetta intervenes by raising a glove, Followed by our captain, Karen, aka “99” Shouting, “Listen Up.!” Silenced to attention, we rivet our sight On the curling paper taped to the mirror. … More Boxing Forward
The 10th Iteration was adapted from the final lines of the 9th Iteration to be a specifically Spanish poem. I utilized an online translation site. As a result, I suspect the translation may not make much sense as Spanish. ! February 17th, 2023 10th Iteration Spanish language version ! Do not be deluded, death is an illusion. We … More February 17th, 2023/10th Iteration
February 17th, 2023 9th Iteration Dedicated to my beloved husband, Floyd Russell Taylor ! Poem ! Since you died, as if you were a god, Say, a Zeus, You visit and put on a guise: ! At first, a petal from a blossoming tree, You landed in my hand While you whispered in my ear: … More February 17th, 2023/9th Iteration
February 17th, 2023 8th Iteration Dedicated to my beloved husband, Floyd Russell Taylor ! Poem ! Comfy on the couch, Tired from being overly, overtly happy, A renegade thought escapes my Id: “Despite the many days like this, Life was better by his side. So much so.” Mind you, no longing, no wanting. This is … More February 17th, 2023/8th Iteration
In Memoriam: Floyd Russell Taylor ! He has turned his back to us To kiss the earth. Yet something of his nimbus stays with us As a blessing. Ascendant, The inherited mark of Cain all humans hide, No longer casts his shadow as he wanders. Nor can he curse (as if he would), And send … More His Emminence
Car Carnival ! Dedicated To: M.K., J.D., D.J., B.B. ! ! What wonders! For hours at a time, they lure our curiosity. Each displays an eccentricity of design no longer dreamed. In their aggregate called a show, they are a tableau to fill a vacant lot, Until the traveling rodeo rides back in with a Whoop! ! Men beautify these wrecks into beauts, Reglaze them with the colors from … More Car Carnival
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