Sunday, June 29, 2008

When Every Word is Blessed

When every word is a drop Of life giving water In this land that is parched In this land Follow me



She's here again, quick to undo
anyone who
sings soft and sweet
knelt at my feet.

She lurks in corners of my heart
playing the part ... Read more


Saturday, June 28, 2008

Poetry Chalenge #1

Please stop by Be Not Inhospitable To Strangers to read and comment on the fiction of poet Jo Janoski and a poem from Nicole at Raven's Wing Poetry. This was in response to the poem Bluebird by Charles Bukowski.

Friday, June 27, 2008

My Own Hell

The verse I write, sometimes despite
my desire to make it great
is little more than rhyming whore
Follow me to Hell.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

Bluebird Song

Before it was beaten out of me

Before they taught me to color inside the lines

Raise my hand, and wait to be called upon

Before I was schooled to stand up straight

Avoid chewing gum; speak when spoken to

Before being trained to respond to bells

I learned to cipher my words

With poetry and slang and gibberish

Stop in here and take a Bukowski inspired Poetry challenge.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Green Water

Down by green water where duckweed was spreading more...

Shoot the Freak

Shoot the Freak, originally uploaded by DRheins.

Coney Island treat/

First you pays your money and

Then you shoot the freak

The Steps

Well-worn steps to my lady's door,
to follow would be ecstasy.
But I linger, wishing for more,
like love's musical majesty.
Not this dysphonic travesty
of lusty drumbeat violins,
but sweet melodic fantasy.


Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Ticking Away

Good morning world, another day,
another chance to make my way.
Take some time.

Swan Song

I rarely throw a prologue on these, but I've changed this around thirty times since i originally wrote it. take a look at it and tell me what you think, i'd like input from people because I think this has the most potential of anything I've written.

and if I’m immortal
please tell them my story
I know it feels easy
to put me to rest

sell me your vision
my blind eyes are bloodied
and breathing comes easy
once you open your chest

In a dark space

In a dark space We burrow into the blackness Pull the warmth closer still Fill up a void [more]

Monday, June 23, 2008


I broke up with him a few months ago and ever since he's been stalking me everyday "As long as he's not violent there's not much we can do" the police say and "Try not to worry he'll probably get tired of this soon" after they told him to leave here in a hurry Here we are sitting in his car after he ... entire poem

William Taylor Jr Interview

Stop in and check out Scot's Interview with San Francisco's hot new poet William Taylor Jr.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

$5000 Poetry Contest!

Ode To Sheetz

Sheetz, Sheetz, you've got gas
cheaper than others and oh so fast
but your Coffeehouse Coffee,
Learn how to win $5000.oo!

The Beach

She crawled up to me Licked my toes and kissed my feet more

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Gritty Skies

Gritty skies and blackened eyes
with visions null and void.
Nothing to see
but polluted air
raining black flakes and despair.
They come, they go
like frenzied ants.
The Company is King.



solstice starting gun
gentlemen rev your engines

Thursday, June 19, 2008


How far can the soul get,
before you lose feeling
in your fingertips,

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Bring Home the Cows

Bring home the cows. The day is done.
Driven by one
man with a stick.
Move cows! Be quick.

White swans glide on the other way
aloof and gay. Read more


Message In A Bottle

If I put a message in a bottle
do you think it might be read?
Would she rescue me, lost at sea
Meet me on the beach.

Monday, June 16, 2008


I tried to forget, explain it away.
I thought it was gone 'til earlier today
when a ghost from my past returned into view
Please visit my haunted house.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Waiting On You

Waiting isn't so hard
until you have to do it.
Seems I always wait on others
to finally get 'round to it.
Please wait with me.

Flower Power

Flowers blanket all I see,
shot from guns loaded with hues
covering troubles that be.
Flowers blanket all I see.
Worry cannot speak to me
drowned by earth's jubilant news.
Flowers blanket all I see,
shot from guns loaded with hues.
...JO's Blog


Friday, June 13, 2008

Morning on the Marina, Jersey City

Liberty Marina, Jersey City, NJ

Flags whap red Fuel sign

summer on the Marina

rainbowed water fun!


Soft sounds while quietude silently roars.
Stillness screams in my head discontented.
I'm unhappy here, restless to my pores.
I yearn for trouble; I'm malcontented.

Make violins screech and cats fly through air
with waters gushing rivers on the run. ...more


My head aches.

My head aches. It’s the left side near the crown. And my lips and cheek feel swollen, atingle, abuzz, as if bitten by the wind or the song from the street. more

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Flooding Beichuan

Dark air comes rushing and I cannot wake from dreaming the sound of trees moaning. Rain imagined spattering into puddles of sleep. more...

A remembered day

Woke up with a half cough, And a pain across my back. Pulled myself out of bed, And stared at the clouds. [more]

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Summer Ditty

It’s a beautiful day

Hot as Hades

the short summer skirts

and the tanned-legged ladies

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Sock Monster

There's a sock monster in my house.
He eats my socks-- the dirty louse.
He hides and waits 'til I am gone
then eats my socks and sings his song,
Sing along with the sock monster

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Get Away

To sail life's sea of jewels gleaming bright
where clear waters reflect my peace of mind,
I'll skim those seas from dawn 'til pensive night
when knots of indecision will unwind.

Night worries, undo me, fear in plain sight.
I'll spread my sails like wings of butterflies ... More


Ode To The Machine

Hook me up the the machine
mornings, nights and in between.
Blood pressure, pulse, my new regime.
Its power grows each day it seems.
Plug me in and turn me on, Baby.

Monday, June 9, 2008

Strawberry Seedlings

trays of strawberry seedlings
lined with newspaper and packed with soil

A Memory File

Twenty thousand nights ago Do you remember One morning? Silence pressing upon my ears Heavy corrosive Grey air like smoke smoke without smell Obscenely bright Beacons Whose house was it? My grandmother's or yours? When we stood at the window Black granite so cold And looked...
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Sunday, June 8, 2008

Wanting What You Can't Have

Draw the line and think it fine
until they dare to cross.
They only come to watch you run
and teach you who is boss.
Please continue reading.

Last night

Clattering Tube trains Lolling drunk-heads Snapping cameras Hoarse-voiced songs [more]

The Rush

New places, new faces.
Yet they all look oddly the same.
Stop me.

JO's Blog


Friday, June 6, 2008


Dogs on leads Tight-stretched t-shirts Sun-dappled taxis Wind-blown trees [more]

Enjoy Your Time

Today, a left-handed friend showed me an Egyptian clock whose numbers ran counter more

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Everything I have ever known

I stood on a corner, Looking up at the sky. A thousand lights flashing And faces all around. [more]

Sweet Goodbye

Purity rings in white bell droplets
with farewell words that float
like doves.
And you turn your face away
to view more verdant meadows
playing fresh spring music...
leaving me behind.

JO's Blog