Sunday, November 29, 2020

Critical Poetic License

Happily ever after, 
Do not write as if 
 
Your life’s a third-rate novel 
Where you end up 
 
Reading a biography 
You could’ve lived without. 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Thursday, November 26, 2020

Memo Writ To A Fare-Thee-Well

Don’t forget— 
No matter what you do, how 
You do it will always come back 
To let you know how you did. 
 
 

 

Tuesday, November 24, 2020

A Poem Should Be (22)

Lightheaded but not 
At all incongruous— 
Like a grotesque
 
Metallic bird lunging head- 
Long into the sound 
Barrier banging against 
 
Your tin ear till 
You can hear yourself 
Heading for another universe 
 
Eons 
Of light 
Years away. 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Sunday, November 22, 2020

Playing For Keeps

We know 
How diverse verses come and go— 
 
The easy ones quick and eager 
To show their facile faces; the hard ones 
 
Hard at work while hiding, keeping 
Those hard-won profiles low. 
 
 
 
 

 

Thursday, November 19, 2020

Discriminating Behavior

 
Like eggs gone bad, unsavory 
Politicians on their way 
To becoming rotten to the core 
Maneuver straight to the surface 
When immersed in a pot of water; 
Taken for granted and yoked 
To one another by dumb gravity, 
Their out of it constituents stay hale
And hearty stuck to the bottom. 
 
 

 

Tuesday, November 10, 2020

Down But Still Not Out

 
It’s when you feel
Troubled and out
 
Of place and the only 
Place left you can go to
 
Is the home you left 
In the first place.
 
 
 

 

Sunday, November 8, 2020

Still Mellow Yellow At 76

What if 
 
I told you quite 
Rightly I fancy these small 
Yellow croci blooming 
 
By the side 
Of this narrow 
Path leading 
 
To the small white 
Chapel on the top 
Of the hill 
 
Overlooking my sun- 
Lit home village remind 
Me of a song 
 
Of my youth, would you 
Indulge me this not 
So farfetched fantasy? 
 
 

 

Friday, November 6, 2020

Catch Me If You Can, Chumps

The whereabouts of where 
Your promising poetics were 
Headed at any given time 
Were clearly present 
And defined by 
An artful aversion 
 
To working hard 
At nothing save how 
Fast and easy you could get 
In and out without 
Ever delivering 
The promised goods. 
 
 
 
 

 

Tuesday, November 3, 2020

Spring Haiku: Cupid's Tart

 
smitten lovebirds dart 
in and out of the bitter- 
sweet lemon tree’s heart 
 

 

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