I Know It Was You, Fredo!

You broke my heart, as brothers sometimes do,
and look at you, you're pathetic. A simpering,
whimpering Don Juan-a-be. Bimbos and markers,
donkey shows and Johnny Ola have taken their toll.
I had control of the five families and there
our similarities took a decided turn. If you'd only learn,
"Never take sides with anyone against the family again!"
You're nothing to me now. You're not a brother, not a friend.
If anything in this life is certain, if history has taught us anything, 
it is that you can kill anyone. Pray for the fishes,
you'll be sleeping with them now!

© JPW - 2013

dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics Italian-Style 

Poets United - Poetry Pantry #171

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...Something Completely Different!

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William of Surry
seemed in a hurry,
the Olde Fish Shoppe was fresh out of sturgeon.
He needn't have worried
his angst being harried
was quite out of place for a surgeon

Dr. Wm. took control,
he baited his pole
and from his fish boat he did fish,
four fish was his goal,
perch, halibut and sole
would make the most tasty of dish.

It's the early bird,
so William had heard
that gets all the worms, you see,
He thought that absurd
and quite for the birds
so he woke up at quarter of three.

William of Surry
his eyes somewhat blurry,
mistook a fat worm for his finger,
He hooked it, yes siree
his blood thick as slurry
assuring his pain would linger.

© JPW -2013

dVerse Poets Pub: Poetics– we’re writing to the artwork of Catrin Welz-Stein

Roger Williams Plays

Roger Williams plays
as the days dwindle -
we search for kindling
and Oolong tea brews.
The leaves the hue of a barn fire
take a flyer and are tossed;
drift past the window
Roger Williams plays
trees sway in the breeze
pleased to be rid of molting 
vegetation in celebration.
Falling leaves of red
and gold embossed with
a time stamp to be trampled
and piled, hours wiled away -
kids at play. Roger Williams too.
Summer kisses forgotten,
hands sun-burned and gnarled
you went away, winter's song
plays. I miss you most darling
when Roger Williams plays.

© JPW - 2013

Poetry Jam - October

dVerse: Open Link Night #116

Leaving For the Fall

Held aloft

for a reason,

                     a season...

  a lifetime becomes shorter

the longer the days d 

         e 

          c 

      l

        i

                        n

                          e,

Winds adjudicate and extricate the greenery

which litter the scenery with browns and orange,

crimson, 

yellow... so many left to fend 

for in the end

leaves become languid and bitter.

Tossed about in flutters and wafts,

this once upon a greenery...

They litter the scenery.

© JPW – 2013

dVerse Poets Pub - OLN #115

Summer Set For Slumber

The days are getting shorter still,
the summer fades away,
we say goodbye from on the hill
on this late summer's day.

I hold you near and we can hear
autumn waiting in the wings,
the colors warm will soon appear,
with all that autumn brings.

The moments of loves long embrace
sustain me through the night,
and glowing starlight on your face
makes everything so right.

Prepare to dream of Summer sun,
a restful sleep ensues,
with memories of Summer fun;
the ones we'll never lose.

The kiss we shared upon the shore,
the picnic in the park,
the treasures of this life and more
will greet us after dark.

And there my dear, I'll hold you,
and whisper love's entreaty,
as summer sets when day is through
to rest in autumnal beauty.

Go to sleep and have your rest,
I'll wake you in the Spring,
just lay your head upon my chest
to see what this night brings.

© JPW - 2013

dVerse - Poets Pub - Form For All - Ballad

Creative Curmudgeon

An artist is always alone.
His solitude possesses his soul.
In silence, his muse seeps into his bones

with a talent that is borrowed; on loan     
from He who has given control.
An artist is always alone.

He works secluded. No sound, no phone -
his worded madness will take its toll,
in silence, his muse seeps into his bones.

His hidden talents seemed to have grown
to lift him from this creative hole,
an artist is always alone.

Once his hermetic cover is blown
he’ll find his heart is bared to extol.
In silence, his muse seeps into his bones

so it is there he finds his “zone”,
inspired to prompt and cajole.
An artist is always alone.
In silence, his muse seeps into his bones

 © JPW – 2013

Margo Roby’s Wordgathering – Poem Tryouts: It’s Miller Time

dVerse - Poets Pub - OLN #114

Caledonia's Kitchen

Rattle them pots,
bang on your pans,
The rhythm you're making
has got this joint shaking,
You're cooking fine now,
you're looking fine now.
Rattle them pots and simmer.

Shake your salt shaker;
shake on your pepper,
it ain't quite hot.
Is that all you got?
Turn up the heat
get off of your seat,
get on your feet and just shine.

Stir up your pots,
ladel your soup,
the water is boiling
there's steam and you're broiling.
You've got my attention now,
did I ever mention how
I'm hungry for what you got cooking.

Caledonia, you thrill me,
your succulence fills me.
Turn up your burners
'cause I'm a quick learner.
You're looking fine now,
I've lost my mind now,
Caledonia, Caledonia you're mine.

© JPW - 2013

dVerse - Poets Pub: Meeting the Bar - Jazz Poetry

Memoir of Me at Three

Clumsy kid always hid
in out of the way places.
Atop the refrigerator...
in the pigeon coop...
under the front porch...
I carried a torch for the girl
next door (she was much older)
all of four. Walks in the pram
holding hands and sleeping
together under the trees 
in the park. Afraid of the dark,
loved my mom and dad,
had a sister and two brothers
(with others in my future),
skinned knees and sutures.
A silent sort, never resorting to words
when a good hand gesture
would suffice. A very nice life
when I remember me at three.

© JPW 2013

Written for (but too late to submit) dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics: Try to Remember

Notions - Aisle ½ - 1

A flash in the pan, you've
enlightened this man with lucidity,
for the moment, anyway.
It's not everyday I am blessed
by your mindful caress.
You may not be my first,
but if I don't act fast it'll be
the last time you're mine!

© JPW 2013

dVerse Poets Pub - Form for All: The Three Riddles of the Sphinx

Roadside B.S.

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Razor sharp...

and quite absurd...

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Melted,
melded into a chocolaty mess.
Bars snapped into their
s e p a r a t e parts. spLayed out
on a pristine tablecloth.
Three and 2 and 3 and
too many bars needed
to simulate 80 eight.
The key is to keep the heat
at bay. Your Kit-Kat®  keyboard
has gone awry; no need to cry
"Give me a breAK!"
It is surely assumed!

© JPW

dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics: rattling the stick inside the swill bucket - Product Slogans

There On The Shore Again

He saw her at the beach -
every summer.
Memory always brings him
to stand  
where they had first made love.

© JPW 2013


dVerse Poets Pub - Meeting the Bar ...One More Time

A reworking of my original poem "Here On The Shore"