Friday, January 31, 2014

Tidings


morning afternoon evening 
hearing mourning bells again— 

no matter 

how many times still 
being tided over 

takes time getting used to again. 


Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Huuklyeand Cinquor on the Postmodern Phenomenon Known as "The 'It' Poem"


Should be 
What it was before 
It was but don’t ask me 
Once I get my hands on it 
What it was like. 


Moderator’s comments: I know Huuk’s not going to believe it but I liked it before I saw it.

Monday, January 27, 2014

The American Dream Poem Should Be


So far-out it could paint 
A thousand upbeat pictures 
With nary a discouraging word— 

But hey, don’t ask me how 
Groovy that would be, 
Y’know what I mean, man? 



Saturday, January 25, 2014

On a Tome Written by a Ferociously Witty Poet (revised)


Chew on This— 
The title he’d chosen 

Sure had plenty of bite, too
Bad his mouth was 

Toothless. 

NB: First published on Jan 22, revised after three days of looking at himself in the mirror. 








Sunday, January 19, 2014

For the Time Being


No cause for alarm— 
When you wake 

The rest of your life 
Will have dawned 

On you, just sleep tight. 






Thursday, January 16, 2014

Know Thyself


Trying times aside, why 
Can’t I be more of you? 

It would help us both 
To see us through. 


Tuesday, January 14, 2014

A Poem Should Be (8)


Graphic and badass 

Subtle as a shuttle 
Cock bobbing be 
Twixt the head and awe 

Smitten throbbing heart! 



Sunday, January 12, 2014

Huuklyeand Cinquor on the Polemics of Poetics


It was said that because he had been blessed 
With an impersonal peaceful nature, he had nothing 
To do with launching personal attacks demeaning 
Any fellow poetic character; that he preferred 
To remain on neutral ground, a strange sort 
Of angelic no man’s land where the twilight was 
So ambiguous you could not make out where 
The next deadly round was coming from. 


Moderator’s comments: Toeing the postmodernist line to near faultless perfection, Cinquor craftily avoids any hint of (dis)closure here but the poet in question must surely be a practitioner of blank verse, right? 






Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Nostalgium Noxium Guttersnipem


It’s when you’re finished 
Dragging yourself 

Up from the gutter 
All these years 

And no buddy offers 
To take you back home. 



Monday, January 6, 2014

The Sun Always Sets, The Road Goes On Forever



On the way to town, walking
Past a priest and a man talking,
Their backs to the sun.

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On the way back, walking
Past a priest and a man talking,
Looks like the sun had to run.








Thursday, January 2, 2014

Do Not Disturb


Today was another no-brainer; 
The sun rose, the sun set, 
Nothing crossed my mind, 
Nothing that upset me— 
I have so much to think about yet.