Wednesday, August 31, 2022

Just Perpetual Lies That Blind, Poet

Now set to fall on your face after all
These years of chasing that
 
Elusive golden mean, don’t you go without
Telling yourself you knew
 
Exactly what you were up to again. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Sunday, August 28, 2022

Stillborn Comprehension

You too have listened to many 
Who spoke in riddles without 
 
Understanding a word, not 
Even the pregnant 
 
Silences left behind 
In their absence.
 
 

 

Wednesday, August 24, 2022

It's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World, Is It Not?

If it is indeed 
Natural as Heraclitus says 
 
It is, for man to know 
His own mind and be 
 
Sane, why is it so mind- 
Boggling maddening 
 
Hard to tell who is 
And who is not? 
 
 

 

Monday, August 22, 2022

Thursday, August 18, 2022

What'd I Say? (A Poem Should Be #24)

Hey, hey there,
 
Hold your horses--
Like that early 
Bird morning mourning
 
Dove’s alighting on one 
Of our garden’s 
Judas trees and ooh
 
Ah oohing 
For its tardy 
Out of it mate 
 
To get with it and make 
One more daily 
Routine lovingly singular—
 
See that bough shaking? 
I told you it was 
Worth the wait. 
 
 

 

Monday, August 15, 2022

Remembering George "Goober Gun" Geydon, 4th Grade Schoolyard Terror

Terrible pupil but 
 
Could shoot a viscous, 
Vicious glob of snot aimed 
 
Straight for your amazed face 
Two yards away before you could 
 
Blow your uppity nose once.
 
 

 

Friday, August 12, 2022

Dystopian Eden

Frayed 
 
Skins of serpents rotting 
Apple peels scattered 
 
Over once virgin grounds— 
Fishy smelling whatnot 
 
Holier-than-thou spiels 
Making the usual 
 
Suspect rounds. 
 
 

 

Tuesday, August 9, 2022

Aborted Bang-up Writing Prompt

Jump start 
 
Writing about 
Some vivid childhood 
 
Memory 
 
Involving anything 
That first pops up, 
 
Don’t break too many 
Lines and do not 
 
Punctuate for at least five and see 
What happens; if nothing 
 
Memorable appears, repeat 
One phrase at least 
 
Three times; keep writing 
To wherever 
 
Your often failing memory takes you. 
You may have to repeat 
 
This time-tested procedure 
Countless times before going on 
 
To bigger and better things, say 
Learning how not to 
 
Fade away with a whimper 
But with a bang-bang you're dead only
 
When things can't get any worse.
 
 
 

 

Sunday, August 7, 2022

Well-Meaning Congeries Of Poets Bringing Further Order To The Universal Order Of Things

--on some lines by Rebecca Solnit* 

 
Billions upon billions 
Of stars given 
 
In the universe but how 
Is it we make our own 
 
Constellations? 
 
 
*"The stars we are given. 
The constellations we make."

 

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