Wednesday, July 6, 2022

1922: Introducing Mr. T. S. E. Gibbous, Esq.

Ambivalent egg- 
Head way out there, suspended 
 
In your inner sanctum, why so 
Tilting brightly? One might wonder, 
 
Somewhat nonsensically, of course, 
You might be reflecting 
 
On the light that’s not 
Yours to begin with, and how 
 
Your bang-up saga might end— 
Sunny side up or scrambled 
 
With heady green cheese and deviled 
Portions of furtive darkling whimpers soon 
 
To be wasting away in a mooning 
Sea of sublimated tranquility.
 
 

 

Wednesday, June 29, 2022

How To Write Knockout Poetry

Once you’ve closed in 
On putting a new piece down, 
Give it the good old mercy shot— 
No use beating another 
Dead horse into the ground. 
 
 
 
 

 

Friday, June 24, 2022

Irresistible Spatial Consummation

Once written, poetry starts 
Straightaway withdrawing, only 
 
To finish at what seems to be 
The slightest distance, still 
 
Twitching in ecstasy, light 
Years away. 
 
 
 
 

 

Tuesday, June 21, 2022

Multitudinous Pedestrian Onlookers

Flooding 
 
Our retinas are vistas so 
Numerous and magnificent how 
 
Is it we notice only those 
Most insignificant 
 
Of ripples floating by? 
 
 
 
 

 

Sunday, June 19, 2022

I Too, Robert Frost, Thought I Took The Road Less Traveled

Frosty-haired sleepy one, trying 
Hard to keep both eyes 
Open but still 
Anxious to see
 
The next poem 
Leap from out of the thick 
Underbrush of a seemingly 
Endless peripatetic mind, 
 
I cannot but feel how 
Many uncharted miles 
You must have covered before 
Discovering you had a driving need 
 
To fall asleep less, too.

 

Sunday, June 12, 2022

Haiku: Fleeing Inspiration

Low dark clouds scudding 
Over bare thirsting mountains— 
 
No stop for respite. 
 
 

 

Friday, June 10, 2022

Muse: Dear Boy, Bear With Me

The unborn 
Script you have 
 
Still to write, how 
Much longer can you bear not 
 
To issue it? This is not— 
And I repeat—a mere trifling 
 
Rhetorical question 
You are free to answer 
 
At your own discretion, 
But one you must dispatch 
 
With no waste of time or talent, 
And swear never again 
 
To shame my good name 
By writing plodding 
 
Shoddy verse under 
A slew 
 
Of shady noms de plume; 
It’s either that or else. . . 
 
Abort, sport and don't bother 
Cleaning up that bloody 
 
Mess you always leave so
Artfully behind you. 
 
 
 
 

 

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