Table of Contents (ongoing)

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(In order to post by category, I manipulate the dates.  Therefore, it is impossible, at least at present, to tell how old or new a post is because the present dates are arbitrary.  I will try to state the correct dates within each post from now on; and insert correct dates in old posts as time goes on).

Serious Poems

Beaches of Normandy

The After-Rain (or:  Gutter Talk)



Floes of Mind

The Tom 

No More Songs Today

Taula-Paula D.

New Orleans Maw


The Catch

Taffy and Joshua

The Deeming


The Distance to Yesterday

Humorous Poems

Benjamin in Bed

Dance in the Grade-School Gym

Grade-A Trouble 

 That Maple Tree Thing  

  Something Something 

Lucky Kid 

Cryin’ up a Sto’m

The LoveSong of Window and Shade

Children’s Stories

The River that Ran Away

Educational Limericks

Christmas, by Jingle

The Hang


The Rise and Fall of Edison High School

 Jenny JenJen



Beaches of Normandy

Beaches MARCH8 1

Beaches Wounded March 8th


Oma-haw Beach

Stretcha san’
‘nother day, ‘nother lan’
‘at beach!
Us G.I.’s lan’,
drag, crawl — death be dam!
’n reach
’n claw’at filthy san’
  ’n snatch a chunka Frenchy lan’ —
‘at Beach!


Beaches MARCH8 3

“The Tom” based on Troy Graves, Philadelphia’s “Center-city Rapist”

Original version:
the tom shadow

Troy Graves (born May 4, 1972) is an American serial rapist and murderer of Penn student Shannon Scheiber. He committed a series of rapes in Philadelphia between 1997 and 1999, where he was known as the “Center City rapist”. He also committed rape in Fort Collins, Colorado, in 2001. He now serves a life sentence.

He was arrested in 2002. He is serving a life sentence.
— Wikipedia  

The preceding poem is a metaphorical representation of Graves’ deranged behavior. It is in no way meant to glorify. Although cast in light verse, it depicts crime and horror with the ultimate aim that Scheiber and other victims, and rape itself, be not forgotten.

REVISED VERSION BELOW (more emphasis on dominance, power):

 The Tom

Tom, Tom the peeper’s son
stole a peek and away he run,
Stole an eyeful, stole an earful
stole away when he grew fearful.

Deftly, softly, like a cat
he stole a glimpse — of this and that!
Crouched and hidden in the night
he dined upon forbidden sights;

Slipping through the alleyways
lustfully he filled his gaze,
Like a rat gone mad with craving
hunger drove him wild and raving

Out from the cover of hidden retreats,
out of alleys, into streets;
Up from darkness he did rise,
up the blood gushed to his eyes.

Tom the peeper, Tom the cat
Tom the creeper, Tom the rat
up from sewers, cold and bare
up like a bat into the air;

Hot his fury, fierce his spree,
Pumped with power, mad with glee —
leaping, striking by surprise,
clutching, biting, closing his eyes.

Tom, Tom the peeper’s son
downed each morsel one by one,
Scratching, clawing, Ole Tom Cat
stole his fill — of this and that.

Lust abated, Tom was free,
satiated; shot was he!
Slipping through an alleyway,
slipped and fell and lost his way;
Tired from the evening’s quest
Tom was ready for a rest.

Tom the peeper, Tom the cat
Tom the creeper, Tom the rat
Tom the ripper, Tom the bat
fell asleep — and that was that!

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