I was lucky to have some good teachers
Spirit of Gratitude
I want to take more trains
Exomoons exude

Space is the final frontier
Have you seen Europa Report?
4044
4040 Fort

Life might be common
Yo soy solo Todd
How did we get here?
Exoplanets, God?

Movies as I age
Thank you for my sons
Help her in her agony
Help her say xie xie

               La Playa!

There is no life after death
Is there life before?
2 gentlemen of Verona
1 ******* in Elsinore

Misty rain Seattle
Inner Harbor Baltimore
1987
4044

                         Or ....

I am not an influencer
Renee just walks away
My son listens to vinyl now
Born in yon Taipei

Superman has Lois Lane
Spiderman MJ
Since I don't have you
I remember yesterday

Geology was interesting
Not just rocks for jocks
Took the London tube
She never ever knocks

In Medias Res
4044
My lonely boring days
Her body in Baltimore

             forgotten lore

There is no life after death
Is there life before?
2 gentlemen of Verona
1 ******* in Elsinore

King Richard III
Comes from Thomas More
Pythagoras, pray for us!
La Florida forgotten lore

               4044

There is no life after death
Is there life before?
Two gentlemen of Verona
One ******* in Elsinore

Seattle rain, Reno snow
Inner Harbor, Baltimore
Some good thing, Some thing that sings
4044

                               Or ...

It's 4:07 a.m.
So many birds in song

Listening to his teaching
Mr. Harry Wong

Alex and I in Chicago
Theology and ping pong

Leonard Cohen in London
Gentleman late along

Suzanne and Marianne
              So long!

Women are the Great Disappointment
But not the Lady of the Lake
Inner Harbor, Baltimore
America as Mistake

Up at 4 a.m.
Tired, contravening
If she were in my sheets!
And I was in betweening!

               Just dreaming

silent listen, quest to see
       raindrops, please - the best of me
                  rendezvous with destiny?

American life unbelievably shallow
     yet the daily drive I hope to hallow
          
Dylan as I seeking strive
       Yes, Dylan as I seeking strive
                
Settin’ my dial on the radio,
        I fish wish my mother was still alive!

4100 poems
Just came bubbling up

I drank the deep red wine
From the chalice cup

Upon the holy bread
Also I did sup

Quayzar was Amazar
When he was a pup

I fall, I rise, I fall
But still haven't given up


                            Resist
              America gone Corrupt

I have trouble sleeping at times
Like my Irish grandma did
Awake at 4:11
The sacred is often hid

The Dalai Lama bothers me
I think he's too afraid to fight
China might be rocking
Taipei 101 at night

I like won ton soup
Dim Sum in Hong Kong
Tea in San Francisco
Mr. Harry Wong

Stopped by George Mason
Prayer for dear Taiwan
Red Pine with the ancients
Finding them long gone

              Kaoshiung!

I can't play any instruments
All I have is words
4:14
Wonder if she heard?

Easterne was a Goddess
A Goddess of Fertility
A little lost in London
Magic Number 3

Grateful for peaceful sleep
At times a Hurricane in my Brain
Bangkok to Siem Riep
Shiva, Saddam Hussein

              Shiva Reigns!

American history
Tormented by race

When I did travel
Poems of place

Final frontier
Undoubtedly Space

No makeup, quite holy
My memory: her face.

Wishing for a calling
Mostly hearing silence
Unsure what to do
Awake at 4:19

Prayers for the animals
Also for Thai children
Also for her family
Dublin in my dream

Try to be more practical
Register my car
Be a taxi service
Rothko blue and green

A little basketball
Postcards in the mail
Mr. David Markson
Play D for my team

        Wait for it.

The female urge to criticize
Deep and long and deep

Silent on the mountain
Silently and steep

Hagia Sophia
Prayers for Susan Meek

Living quite alone
In solitude I seek

        Exoplanets!

Carolina blue blue sky
     today i put away

            the Why?


            like time
  
                i fly.

It's subtle
Very subtle
It's subtle
And it hides

Rode the bus in Dublin
One day in Malahide

A few months in Stockholm
Summer, cycling sun
4 years in Taiwan
Ah! Taipei 101

Silent Buddhamind in Bangkok
Y Thy will be done.

awaking from a nightfight
  breathing, grateful for
          consciousness

all I can do: to do my best
     thinking, quietly for
               emptiness

remembering my loved ones
   singing, lonesome for
           memory's nest


                    yes

Vietnamese men
Fixing cars

Irish dancers
Dublin bars

Irish Rover
Water on Mars?

Memories fade
Not the scars

Solitude
We. Us. Ours.

my so-called life
      struggling
        sadness

Poetry as a way to pass the time
As a kind of play

It's 4:29
A little love today

Only one life
Then disappear forever

The joy of my three sons
The times we were together

                Thank you.

I fluctuate
From some hope to none
I sleep late
I scare myself silly

America
The Land of the Gun
And Governor Stark
Willie

Yearning for Revolution
Boring actual days
Science fiction movies
Aliens? I prays.

Aliens.
Not alone
Somethin' "out there"
Please amaze.

Poetry is madness
Yet saner than this world

Money is the sadness
To pursue it is to be hurled

Solitude is supple
Silent is the Way

4:37 a.m.
Soon dawn begins the day

4:37
Bruce Springsteen now old

Time at times a line
Time takes its toll

Clarence in Stockholm
Gamla Stan so pretty

Kells in Seattle
I request Atlantic City

Victor greets me:
C'mon and meet me.

Poetry to evoke, provoke, revoke
      Taipei Confucian Temple
                   typhoons!

The Book of Hebrews also says.

Terror is only extreme fear
The only way to fight it
Is with extreme courage.

It's chaos, American history
Slavery, genocide, imperialism
3 prayers for Chicago
Slowly guacamole

Up all night again
My place is quiet, lonely
No woman near
Gotta work this weekend

Please not Trump again
Ignorant America
Vegetarian burritos
Wonder used books

Absurd, I know it is
Call my darling son
Thai iced tea
Wonder if she heard?

Poetry comes from pain
Truly haunted by the past
Asia has the rains
And nothing at all can last

I read of African stars
And trains to Buenos Aires
The sunset fade to beauty
The dread Ebola virus

Taipei taxis at night
Man from Ghana gives me a ride
Afternoon in Linkoping
Lunch in Malahide

          George W. Lied

4:44
Precogs again
Minority Report
California Coast

Honest when I have nothing
Sick in bed
Mistake to wed
Freedom's Ghost

So much bad religion
Nationalistic crap
Bad American schools
But grateful for libraries

Guadalupe green
Things Not Seen
17
Irish fairies

            Dublin!

4:44
birds awake and singing

didn't sleep at all
memories keep on zinging

will death break my fall?
will she call me bringing?

we in Wetheral
River Eden ringing

              Mist!

At 4:44
All dark and quiet
Today we shelter in place

Furthermore
No way to buy it
The trust of the one human race

We really are connected
The whole freaking planet
Whatever your thought or belief

The virus replicates
Borders mean nothing
This crises throws that in relief

One planet, many countries
Billions of us breathe the air

Now we can see, fresh and anew
Which ones of us actually care?

All I really want to do is talk to her again.

And tell her how much I missed her.

And ask her about her life story.

4:47
ghostly moon

if I could talk to animals
crazy as a loon

Captain Ayrab
carryin' harpoons

photographs, memories
Taipei typhoons

birdsong long
beauty tunes

Waking early
Too tired for sleep

Peace last night
The moon did keep

Human goodness
Kind conversation

Troubled times
In a troubled nation

Taco truck
Sushi rolls

Gratitude
Hidden goals.

4:54
Inner Harbor, Baltimore
Buddhist neither/nor
Kobayashi Maru

The American Abyss
******* times like this
Beg your pardon, Miss
Do wah Diddy do

Traveling to Siem Riep
Promises to keep
Visions in my sleep
Reading Paul Theroux

Americans unaware
Some people stop and stare
Way up in the air
Horton Hears a Who

                Do you?

I'm up all night again
Not paranoid but lonely

Joan of Arc's death
She's a one and only

I have been to France
Honeymoon in Paris

I saw Ichiro
Never Roger Maris

I got Post Office blues
Does anybody hear me?

I probably wouldn't write
If she was actually near me

I am an aging fool
But I keep on tryin'

I like rhyming couplets
You see I am not lyin'

             4:56 a.m.

Can I wait a whole year?
           The sadness
                  Sleep.

sometimes we search too deep
and the darkness feeds our fears

they say faith is like a Leap
eternity amidst time's years

I jump, but I soon fall
Sorrows, breakups, tears

Storms come in the Night
In the morning, 4 dear deer

Maybe just chance
But it is curious
Irish eyes
Poetry

Protective spirits
Basketball
Quiet dreams
Let it be!

Mary's Land
Yellow sky
Thai dancers
Baltic Sea

Gratitude
Help from my dad
Silent flights
3733

          Oui.

I liked being a teacher
But it's a difficult job
30 kids in class
Really just too much

Books still can thrill
Just like childhood
Reading for discovery
Like the mind can touch

There are no perfect people
Even heros have clay feet
Even saints have sins
Bigotries and such

Just to do my best
In the time that's left
I would like to die at home
Thank you very much

      3 pointer in the clutch?

.....A poem for you.....
Hair black, Eyes blue
      Susan, not Sue

              te amo

One for Q tonight
2 for Quinlin Jai
3 for creme brulee
5 for  purple sky

      I Thai Wai

no hero, no scholar, no saint
         less accomplishment, more taint
                     happiness ain’t ...

                              and yet, and yet
                                  attempting.

Live dangerously, said Nietzsche
I understand a bit

My little boring life
The starshine and the pit

I do love to travel
Leave these United States

Bid farewell to the ignorance
The violence and racehate

Stockholm. Taipei. Bangkok. Kyoto. Dublin.
The truly great.

despite despair and sadness sin
          I wish to live and again begin
                  I try, I try though I do not win ...


                                    50.

I think I'll keep on writing
despite my lack of hope

the fighters keep on fighting
trying to rope that Dope

loneliness alighting
upon my solo seat

despair is undelighting
but it's the Champ that can't be beat

(what they still can't see
is that Victory is actually Defeat)

All these thousands of poems
I'm not one step closer
5:05 a.m.
In my solitude

Science fiction movies
Greek philosophy
British fantasy
Japanese trains

I dream of she and I
*******. Talking. Walking.
15. 22. 37. Now.
Finally ****

Vienna in snow
Toronto
To Kyoto we go
Spain

        In vain.

Slowly guacamole
1 by 1 by 4
All the King's Men
Inner Harbor, Baltimore

Chicago Cicero
Through the back door
Ioan Coulianou
Protection for the poor

137
Lights in Elsinore
My son at 7 11
The Boar's Inn. The Boar.

                 Lions Roar.