Kickstart Your Heart

Here’s a list of my latest poems. Go to Kickstart Your Heart to find them all!

  • Shaftesbury, the Poor Man’s Earl
    You shrewdly observed the pathetic poor that begged, brawled and swindled; compelled to un-bolt unjustly locked doors: scripture command and anger-kindled.   Children slept under weaving looms, and tugged wagons deep in coal caverns, roasted to death from smoke stack fumes; parents impoverished by gin taverns.   In childhood, your kind, mindful maid whispered maternal minded prayers; despotic father’s ruthless rules... Read more »
  • O Sonic Saints!
                                                                                                       ... Read more »
  • Creaking Carriages, Stuttering Slow
    Creaking carriages, stuttering slow, children wave and off we go, speed parts their innocent smiles, blurred black and white platform tiles, rocking rhythm, cracked record style.   Squat country cottages – you smile so! Good things in garden plots grow,   sentried by slap-dash lean to‘s: mismatched timber, weathered hues all held by rusty nails or screws. Shuttling, shouting –... Read more »
  • Words can Harm, Words can Heal
    Words can harm, words can heal, words restore what satan steals; words can sing, words can spiel holy words once multiplied one meal. Wise words win, terse tongues blunder, spiteful words pull people asunder; still small voice, powerful as thunder – Word-soaked souls no man can plunder.                      ... Read more »
  • From Scrap Planks and Pram Wheels
      From scrap planks and pram wheels our go kart was assembled, Forumla One resembled; brake-slowed by scraping heels.   Roads raced, paths of Ardagh Park, rope steered, comic-book speed, short-trousered knees would bleed after crashes, lad laughs – what a lark!   Traffic infrequent, caution not needed, Self-propelled, crouched low, see swift spokes sparkle so: imaginary engines revved unimpeded.   Records broken every time, proven by... Read more »
  • Her Loss of Love our Personal Gain
    true!/browse/film/1781/janis-little-girl-blue   Her loss of love our personal gain, she sang-screamed deep primal pain. Janis rocked hard, almost left the rails: no warning whistle – but heart-wail.   Convention fore-fingered, she didn’t care, blatantly dismissed modesty: absent brasserie. Pioneer, prodigy, the first female rocker: A feminist Mick Jagger, a femme Joe Cocker.   Wilful and defiant, smiling to the last, promises of promiscuity... Read more »
  • I am like a drunken sailor, fallen off a galloping horse.
    With my recent writing, I am like a drunken sailor, fallen off a  galloping horse. Though dragged along by such equine propelling power, still I cannot let go of the reins, no matter how hard I try….... Read more »
  • friends are all for give and take
    photos: Dora Kazmierak (Louis’ 60th birthday party, 2017) “….it’s worth identifying who among the many people you encounter in your life are truly friends. Who makes time for you? Whose company enlivens, enriches and maybe even humbles you? Whom would you miss? Who would miss you? … what friendships have in... Read more »
  • Haul Shipwrecked Sailors into Advent ark
    Decorations dangle on trees, chosen presents hope to please, foreclosed families will surely freeze.   Nativity stories re-told in bathrobes, guardian angels pace and probe, stars compete with service strobes.   In city streets raucous choirs sing, candled dreams, church bells ring – will hard hearts crack to let Him in?   Will there be hope beyond kindly glow? Will there be slow-mo... Read more »
  • Old stories no longer scourge
      Watch rhythmic crests roll, unfurling maritime scrolls, sand crunches under soles.   Speckled wave-worn stones licked & rolled by cream-fringed foam: photoed with smartphone. You crouch, wait for rush, roiling water’s inland shush: quick! outrun tide push.   Seagulls swoop then surge, old stories no longer scourge:  new plot lines emerge.  ... Read more »