America, My Country 'Tis Of Thee

To be sure, 

Renne Good is not the first 

Poet to be snuffed out 

By evil,

But by looking 

The other way, we 

Make doubly sure 

She won't be the last.

 

 

Calling All MAGA Boot-Lickers Come Rain Or Shine

Y'all start lickety-split a 

Things-to-do list 

For that top crum- 

Bum of yours and don't

 

Stop even if you run 

Out of saliva

 

For the spit- 

Shine 

That comes after,

Right on time.

 

 

Chorus Of Cicadas

We are here to help you 

Remember together how

 

The wind shapes 

The pines and to hear 

With the approaching 

Twilight, the song

 

Of our longing all ready 

Set to disappear.

 

 

Elusive Illusion

Illustrious as ever 

An unforgettable image is, 

This one was also so 

Riviting it took forever 

To reappear--see us? 

We're still, waiting here.

 

Down-To-Earth Autumn Rhymes

Fall where they may, 

If they could talk, these humble 

Leaves would have acres to say 

Of their brief 

Yet colorful sojourn on Earth, 

Whereas we who have the power 

Of high-sounding speech, utter 

Utter asininities day-after-day,

 

Pretending what we mumble, 

More often than not, takes this 

Too, too precious pedestrian 

Breath of ours away.

 

 

Unchanging Face Of Evil

You will come to know it 

Deep in your heart 

By the way it tries 

To turn your head 

This way and that, 

With you 

Refusing all the while 

To look the other way 

With nary a second thought.

 

Integrity: A Summing Up

How, after all the hollow, 

Speechless years spent

In the company 

Of the unprincipled 

Many, one word is now 

Enough to break 

Your vow of silence in- 

To inviolate pieces-- 

Keep on repeating it 

Till it rings true.

 

 

No New Tricks In The Theater Of The Absurd

Those of us who are still 

Alive, know how hard it is 

To play dead.

 

Stunning New World Naked Aphrodite

Sailors by a sea 

Beleaguered do not want 

To see wondrous dappled waves 

Lapping your feet--they hunger to see you 

Bursting full-blown from an oyster 

Shell before a herd of grunting 

Swine mooning over a brimming 

Trough of mind-blowing slop; 

So step right up and humor us

Knockout, please don't stop.

 

 

On A Fence (For The Time Being)

Where you were before

You decided to

Stay there(in)--

Definitely.

 

Wake-up Call For The Duration

Zounds!

Super poet profoundly 

Durable always more 

Than capable of leap- 

Frogging from one fantastic 

Telling line to another 

In an unbroken series 

Of singular bounds 

With hardly any wear or tear 

Worth mentioning till 

An astounding lack 

Of down-to-earth metaphors 

Finally set him and his oh so 

Flimsy craft soundly crashing 

Down to ground-zero!

 

 

Flight (After Seferis)

Do not preen your feathers, 

Strange bird—there’s yet another 

Mountain peaking over 

The next ridge, the slightest 

Distance—please rise fully 

To the occasion.

Huuklyeand Cinquor's Fishy Blame Game

Hey, stinker-- 

You keep on telling yourself 

You've spent the better part 

Of your life waiting 

For your very own voice to bob 

Full-blown to the surface. 

Well, guess what, chum-- 

It's finally stopped playing 

Your silly game and now wants you 

To take the bait, the blame 

And nothing 

But the blame and reel 

It in hook, line and sinker-- 

Are you still game?

 

Temple

--for joseph aversano, occupant 

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me 

nos 

opening, 

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sacred 

en 

closed 

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Flash Fiction Poet In The Bardo

What was it 

We thought we knew 

Everything under 

The heavens, 

Yet nothing of that 

Issue of what appears 

To be in-between, clearly 

Out of the blue.

 

Dedication Redux

Well, here’s to that 

Spunky little green stink- 

Bug that just upped 

And clinked down dead on my lap-

 

Top, kayoed by the treacherous 

 Light, with me in blind pursuit 

Of one more sweet-smelling 

Charmingly moving deathless line— 

Oh, dear lifeless little bugger thanks 

For taking the time, 

For stopping me short 

But not quite smack 

In time this time, sorry for this too, 

Too deliciously precious rhyme!

 

The Intricate Evasions Of As (Part Three)

https://facqueuesol-books.jimdofree.com/the-intricate-evasions-of-as-part-three/

 

Hawking: A Poet Without Knowing It

even a black hole radiates

from within 

its own shining 

universe

 

 

Doublets (Les Miserables Revised)

Such a waste always 

To never have loved to surfeit-- 

Such a life wasted-- 

To never have known it.

 

 

Ogling Bathroom Narcissist

Aye! That's the one first 

Off in the morning 

That never stops wondering 

Why the looking glass is always 

Such a sight for sore eyes.