Poems
by Terry
Brinkman
Unshed Tears
Unshed tears over her steaming mug of cider
Her skirt fringe was two index fingers wide
Necessity lost virtue for a bride
Grecian vice genius Sky-Glider
Awful clever cat’s wild oats tree climbing outsider
Hair and old tongue green died
Daughter doing clever sketches fireside
Correspondence nook-shortens decider
The Ghost-Girl left behind a chill
Earthquake escape did not come willing
Shrew winter cry of Daffodils
London’s bedchamber partners chilling
War-wick passionate Pilgrim’s whippoorwill
She was not to blame less thrilling
Before Rested
Creaked galliard pain in my back
Most honest zeal in a bag
Dutiful provincial flag
Hasty bowing in a dark Cardiac
Bure hole in my coffin rack
Stick pocking the bag
Before rested server in drag
My knee cap hurting clack
One whiff of Blue Blew
Fed-up with cold dinner
Apes of lofty lane crew
Side door to the Roller Spinner
Sepulchers Irish blue
Fault with many a good woman’s breadwinner
Aurora Borealis
Alderman’s red floating friction
Late Lord Mayor under Moss
Vigorously in Aurora Borealis loss
Large green eyes white silk Scarf addiction
Flying Dutchman lying in Covid affliction
Apparatuses tie for the boss
Mutual hobgoblin monster’s gloss
Venetian May Poles chiefly benediction
Moe’s Motor Lodge my pal’s opal direr
Elbow length Baseball Glove Ball Dress adventure
Tortoise quizzing dun sink for hirer
Her huge Opossum Muff venture
Waste pine held with by bailing wire
Sleety day objectionable person’s indentures
Good Lit Views
Hasty short hand finger sights
His hand into her vest pocket
Good lit views non-illuminating
Long wind closing at the Red Clif Museum
Butterfly flutters flight after midnight dreams
Tree forks hue and tearless cry
Fox and geese playing in my backyard
Artist unquiet ghost bitters
No vixen bully tapster’s
Alarmed face her inward light
Tell me in my ear as I snore
Vestal lamp shadow hang over her bed
Sooth Sayers Bird and bee’s mishap
Breathe another spirit reconciliation
Hip High
Plum juice dribbles from her mouth down my chin
Wiping off with her pink tong
Bit nervy reminds me of Antisthenes rung
Been walking in blarney muck what a win
Her hip high new boot heels on my back
Hand to her chin filling the air with laugher
Dark woman looks out for the squalls
Spitting stones out of her mouth towards me
Walked abreast silently north
Sour Pint for a drink before and after midnight
Words of words for words true
The forest muttering in our Irish whiskey
What of it offering my Mustang ride taste
Wandering Ashland’s Woods with Bud in hand
Truth Stranger
Coral pink crinkled Ice Skate
Class covered Irish bisected electromagnetics
Utah Weekly newspaper potential poetic
Long lacerated black olives in oleaginous state
Marks of hospitality his and Gail’s date
Joko-serious silence host jocose sympathies
Cocoa contemplated but suppressed synthetic
Concave surface of a spoon three sips late
Relinquishing hysterical still burdensome
Two lacerated scrub suits hanging in the Museum
Oval basket half empty Christendom
Truth stranger than fiction still lonesome
Rise in temperature filiform crematorium
Jar of burned Irish cream light Platinum
Awful Clever Cat
Unshed tears hang over her wife’s life
Lightly with two index fingers knife
That is a necessity virtue for every bride
Grecian vice genius glider
Awful clever cat’s wild life outsider
His grand old tongue died
Loneliest daughter clever fireside
Correspondence nook-shortens French east=side
Girl was left behind no vest with a chill
Earthquake come’s afternoon
Shrew ill-favored life of Daffodils
Blue Widows London bedchambers chilling
War-wick-shine passionate whippoorwill
She was to blame speech thrilling
Most Honest
Creaked briskly galliard voluble pain
Most honest broad-brim zeal
Dutiful fallowed provincial
Hasty bowing in a dark alley
Bure a hole in her coffin
Stick poking the rear bag
Rested server piped in treble
My knee cap is still hurting
Susan’s one whiff of blue bad-gas
Fed-up with her Ice-Cold Dinner
Her legs covered with lofty lane brew
Enter the side door for one more drink
Sepulchers of Irish blue Hair
Fault halted many a good woman
