Friday, October 7, 2022

Poem Written To Condemn Random Acts Of Poetry Day, October 6th

There should be nothing 
Random (or senseless either), 
About writing poetry— 
 
One should come to it forcefully 
Purposefully, with all their senses 
Intact and if possible,
 
With a hell-bent-for-leather 
Take it or leave it 
Chip-on-the-shoulder attitude,
 
Double daring any wimp who differs 
To just try and knock it off--
Have I made myself clear, dearies?
 
 
 
 

 

Tuesday, October 4, 2022

At All Costs, Three's A Maddening Crowd

Don't you see?
 
Poets who wager they’re solid 
Solitary figures commuting 
With their souls should take 
A serious look at themselves 
And board the first tram to Bedlam;
 
I did and it worked wonders— 
Now all I have to do is convince you, 
Myself and I--or should that I be me--?
To invest in a return ticket,
But only should all of us agree. 


 
 

 

Tuesday, September 27, 2022

Timeless Cycladic Artistry

Before you can finish 
Sipping your morning demitasse 
Of bitter black coffee, 
 
Frail-framed, black- 
Robed middle-aged 
Woman wielding blue 
 
Long-handled brush 
Finishes off weathered, 
Grey churchyard wall 
 
With blinding whitewash 
In what looks like 
No time at all. 
 
 
 
 

 

Saturday, September 24, 2022

First Futile Attempt At Solving The Mystery Of Lost Youth

Of course you admit right off 
There’s not much left 
 
To go on, even though you insist 
On following each telltale lead, 
 
As one after the other springs up before you 
There on a pogo stick, only to disappear 
 
Furtively into the oscillating distance, a lot— 
No, too much like your favorite slinky.
 
 

 

Sunday, September 18, 2022

Thingamajig, If You Please

Oh, dear 
Whatever 
 
Just has to be 
The perfect mot 
 
Valise one needs 
To get a grip on life 
 
These days, so long 
As you keep it 
 
Close at hand to throw 
Out whenever 
 
You think you know exactly 
What the long haul requires, 
 
Duckies. 
 
 

 

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