Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Poems


My Life


I don't have a home.
My house is for the free.
Idlers, bums and orphans
Have taken it from me.


Sequestered in the attic,
The house has got no stairs.
Anywhere I look,
Everything is theirs.


The music that I hear
Another person chooses.
Mendelssohn and Bach
Are silent. Cziffra loses.


They freely use my shower.
They freely wash their clothes.
I stare out the window,
Frightened to oppose.


Since I was a child
I've treasured what was mine.
They've taken it away.
I give them the divine.


Once I had an income.
The money came for free.
I lost it as I earned it.
I think I hear the sea.


7-3-13



Jacqui Schiff


Can the spell be broken
And the magic go,
And Jacqui be a person
I do not want to know?


Was Jacqui Schiff a wizard
A thousand times her size,
A mortal witch? Or only
Frank Morgan in disguise?


Strangers did her bidding,
Psychos heard her call,
But those who did her bidding
Were people after all.


Every word she wrote
Voraciously I read.
I've forgotten most of it,
And Jacqui Schiff is dead.


Is this how I recover?
Debunk the lifeless myth?
Go back to just the problems
That I met her with?


7-2-13

 
Beverly Sills


Sills who was alive -
Extinguishing a star -
Shows how unforgivable
God and nature are.


7-2-13

 
Litmus


Is it sane, original,
Pretty, plain and free?
Does it rise like Shakespeare
With the ocean's majesty?
Commensurate with beauty,
Is it poetry?
Is it wry and artful?
Is there much of thought
In phrases apprehended?
Does it clog and clot?


7-2-13

 
Oh the gift


Oh the gift the gier gie me
To look upon my poetry
And see the roaring majesty
Of the resonating sea.


Somewhere in my soul
By the Muses wrought,
What it lacks in beauty
It compensates in thought.


I'll shout to all who'll stay and hear,
These phrases, artful and sincere,
I wrote them all, and they endear,
Deep, articulate and clear.


Somewhere in my soul,
Somewhere in my heart,
What it lacks in intellect,
It compensates in art.


7-2-13

 
A Portrait


How many distant calendars
Continue to suffice?
Across from me in Denny's
Are two people who are nice.
Intelligent with smiles,
Loving, self-contained,
They walked in together,
Natural, unstrained.
Sitting in a booth,
Fodder for the bards
And artists, drinking coffee
And water, playing cards.


7-2-13

 
Reagan & The Bible


I think Ronald Reagan
Stepped a bit beyond his station.
Homosexuality
Is an abomination.


Despite the gentle feelings
That his lacerations grieve,
If you can't believe your president,
Say who you can believe.


7-2-13

 
The Christian Mind


The Christian mind's a cavern -
Holograph illusion -
Like a country tavern -
Jukebox and confusion -


No confusion here -
Just love that's unrequited -
Drink another beer -
Illumine the benighted -


7-2-13

 
Status


Never worked a minute
For a nickel or a dime.
According to the preacher,
Their gold is in the skies.
Living with the roaches
In the sewage and the slime.
Never spent their money
For the things that money buys.


7-2-13









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