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 

te 

me 

nos 

opening, 

en 

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sacred 

en 

closed 

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                                      e.

 

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.

 

Dutiful Shirker

They say 

Some things are better off 

Left unsaid--but how 

It hurts 

Not saying them is not.

 

 

Alarum For Mean Times

Get up-- 

It's time 

You wake up before someone still 

Sleeping does it for you.

 

 

Hobo Poetic

Listen up-- 

If the wind ever stops 

Singing its beckoning 

Wayward song, 

It's way past time 

You move on.

 

 

Ruderal Playground

a derelict still 

king of the mountain 

upright on hill

of rubble 

flowering still

 

Epic Poetic Longing (Revised)

Always expressing

Never enough 

Words to explain it.

 

 

Oxymoronic Virtual Poem

When it entered in- 

Cognito, the room fell deathly 

Silent and with tongue 

In cheek, it was in 

Deed deafening.