Category Poetry
Because We Have Not Stopped
Because We Have Not Stopped A Poet’s Words with Poets’ Words When myriad commit cruel murder, macho maniacs brutally rape, mad hermits dream and decimate, Then will we need to know where the sidewalk ends, where a phenomenal woman’s secrets lie With daily tribunes crying madness, feasts of destruction, humanity the savage, ravenous beast Will […]
When a Fan of a Certain Age Attends a Students’ Classical Concert
Hot lights shine, burn yellow, orange, blue and red Reflecting back off crimson shoes and scarlet laces Clashing with those many white and black clad Sharp counterpoint to their serious, sober faces Red the vagrant color corrupts the evening’s show Bright blood, a wound, mimicked by a flautist’s tie Stark food-color hair in back, […]
Thoughts About Winning
Everyone I know likes to win, games, contests, lotteries or almost anything. Winning makes us believe the universe or the (G)god or gods we believe in have noticed us. More, not only have they noticed us, they approve. I’ve never quite grasped the concept that some supreme being, responsible for the entire universe, spared much […]
Scattered
Scattered thoughts drop, skittering ‘round my fevered brain Uncertain, eager, undecided, driven, unknown, alone So many paths, all taken more than once, divided and diverted I seem only able understand that I do not understand Scattered nature, random, happenstance, unrealized patterns Rain falling, misting, sprinkling, driving, no cause but gravity Engenders life in barren […]
Covered with Cat Hair
My desk is by the window covered with cat hair A short leg on my chair makes it wobble when I sit They offer me no hints, no answers, no this is it So I go to check the frig, but find there only air Everywhere I ride my bike with two flat tires To […]
Songs of War ~ Songs of Peace
And will the savage songs of war never end Replaced by the simple, sweet songs of peace How can we ever forever our loved-ones send When we know they feed the slavering beast Why don’t we wonder why we never grow sane When the best and the brightest are sent to die Why do […]
Simple Complexity ~ Complex Simplicity
Why then must poetry’s meaning be couched Like the imagined sea-sound heard in a shell May fleeting beauty, convoluted truth be vouched Said simply and offered crystal-clear from a well Will it help if I use night to presage age or death Flying birds or forests standing in for nature’s glory Will unformed clay, […]
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