The voices in my head
creep through my fingers
to the page.
Call me crazy.
Call me a writer.
Same thing.
Jan 042011
Jan 032011
We are children of the earth
dust from dust
mud and blood and teeth and tongues
soiled in our garden beds
I’m a dirty boy
be my dirty girl
We are descended from the sea
salt from salt
spit and sweat and soaking wet
and riding swells
I’m a dirty boy
be my dirty girl
We are spawn of the stars
ashes from ashes
light and heat and radiant smiles
drifting for miles
I’m a dirty boy
be my dirty girl
Dec 272010
One of my poems, Wishbone, was featured on Vox Poetica yesterday and is now available on the vox poemblog. Please click over and take a look. Comments [if you feel moved to do so] can be posted there or here.
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Nov 032010
Your words are bright and shiny
silly me, I took
the bait from your hook
and felt you reeling me in
Your words are careless comments
I read what you wrote
from smitten to smote
at a stroke from your poison pen
Your words are pretty weapons
surprisingly sweet
but they batter and beat
and I am wounded again
Your words are persistent echoes
still berating
but quickly fading
to a still and bitter end
Your words are silly smudges
paper and ink
pixels and stink
and I am on the mend
Oct 302010
Reduce, Reuse, Recycle.
This was first posted on 29 October 2009.
Happy Halloween everyone!
Once upon All Hallows’ Eve, while I wandered — Oh, good grief,
Over many a neighbor’s yard till my feet are sore,
While my youthful strength was sapping, I again went tapping,
Snoopy dancing, I was rapping, rapping at the neighbor’s door,
“Trick or Treat,” I uttered, tapping at the neighbor’s door,
“Trick or Treat,” and nothing more.Ah, crisply I recall it was in the autumn — fall,
October, now nearly all gone and sister Sally,
Eagerly she adds the tally, while I vainly dilly dally,
She bids me now to rally, rally to the next front door,
Where the demons, devils, wait in store,
“Trick or Treat,” we call once more.And the demon’s eyes are seeking, through venetian blinds are peeking,
Hold me — Sold me a bill of goods I never bought before,
So that now I never wasted, sweets galore I never tasted,
‘Tis Charlie Brown Trick-or-Treating at your door,
Some block head Trick-or-Treating at your door,
I got a rock, and nothing more.Then my patience grew much shorter, (Half hiding though behind Schroeder),
Got my costume back in order, And I marched back to the door,
“Sir,” I said, “I was hoping, that without your windows soaping,
Or TP strewn across your yard, One piece of candy. Is that so hard?”
A grin spread across his jaw, In the feeble light I heard and saw,
“Wah wah wah wah wah waaahhhh….”Past the pumpkin patch we hurry, as our shadows flit and scurry,
There stands Linus and I worry, for he waits there all alone,
Waiting on some fabled gourd, standing there without a word,
No, not a word, not a sound, silently he stands his ground,
Till at last the squash arrives, from the field we see it rise,
Growing to an awesome size, joyfully, Linus cries,
“It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!”
Aug 122010
your sense of scents
is too intense
you sent me away
for I will always smell of dog
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Aug 062010
the willow weeps but not for me
unless they’re tears of joy
I rest in its shade
beside the pond and toss
a trinket toward the deepest water
Au and C, meet H2O
tiny ripples race each other
to opposite banks
a chorus of frogs announce
the winner is me
when the water is still again
I leave with empty hands
but a full heart
Jul 302010
Abandon hope,
dash the spirit,
leave faith defeated
in the dust.
Foolish soul
that dared believe,
wither now
like faded flowers.
Whither now?
This road is ended.
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Note: In Greek mythology, Elpis was the personification of hope.
Jul 252010
too many miles between us
so we blame the road
at least I think we agreed
it was the asphalt
Apr 292010
National Poetry Month is nearly at an end. I’ll still be writing [and posting] of course, but here is a list of links to the poems I posted this month. Comments are closed on the older ones, but feel free to leave a note here if you like.
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