A double cinquain Garden Planted tardy My tomatoes are short But they are yielding belated fruit Small fruit Control I am not in Can barely bend to plant But I still got something in dirt Enough.
Category: Poetry
Friend on the Train
A sonnet with homage to Rumi Upon the racing rails, a brick caboose, It sees the front, but can’t control its end, Behind, the rail of where it did not choose, But all alone, inside itself, a Friend. The Friend comes in by invitation faint And finding not a center, strikes at will Arousing anger…
A Sovereign’s Lament
Upon my throne I gaze with weary sight, A ruler bound to weigh the hearts of men. Yet virtue falters, shrouded in the night, And wisdom wanes within the mightiest ken. What hands shall bear my scepter without stain? What lips shall speak my will without deceit? Lo, even David, crowned in golden reign, Was…
HAIKU: Haikus Suck
Courtesy of my 8 yo son: Haikus really dumb Haikus are really pointless Haikus super poo
HAIKU: Morning Coffee
Morning is here Everyone is moving I need my coffee
Limericks for Charles Darwin
There once was a Darwin devotee Whose phylogenetics were hokey “I know my origin” He said with a sly grin “I have a great uncle named monkey!” ———— There was an old teacher from Kansas Who doubted we came from chimpanzas He smote evolution Taught God as solution Now the ACLU wants the man’s ass.
Grave Sunshine
On reading W.B. Yeats’ “The Song of the Happy Shepherd” The poets in their foolish song Have captured for my reading Glimmers of their thoughts, long gone Desperately pleading. We walked in sunshine once as you And toiled after truth We gloried in our bodies once And reveled in our handsome youth We left our…
Hurt and Angry
Out of my mouth come words Like ugly flowers Nursed on bitter waters More black than blue More lies than true Smelling of a stinky slough Of oozing wounds and decay Unseen and hidden But real Perhaps a clear spring Still exists beneath Perhaps the Divine Hand Can heal and cleanse What I cannot yet…
Prayer while feeling rushed in daily living
Original Publish Date: 11/1/14 O God Forgive me for this busy prayer Atop my business like a layer Of dust upon my uncleaned shelves Abandoned by my cleaning elves. Hear my superficial cant Atop my awkward stumbling gait Half-witted like my untied shoe Have mercy as I wretch towards you. Grant this day some odd…
Garden Umbrella
Original Publish Date: 9.1.00 Tall, solitary, unhindered It stands with its arms down Its white canvas draped around it Like a devotee in his robe Head down in solemn discourse Pleats shuffle around in the breeze Looking like a schoolgirl’s skirt Churned back and forth listlessly During a scolding Shamed eyes looking at the ground…
