Poems

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Bill

You had a hell of a Parent.

Would Eric Berne approve?
After she put you through college

And got you a PhD,

You went into private practice

And divorced her. Didn't she

Have anything else to offer

After the gold was gone?

Love was never an issue

Maybe. Yesterday

I saw you on the sidewalk,

Carefree, grey and free.

I rented a room from your mother

Many years ago,

And took your class in college.

God what an ugly man,

Far above the masses

In TA liberty.

7-9-13

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Birgit Nilsson

Tell me why I listen to

Maria Callas sing

“Visi d'arte”. Birgit Nilsson

Sings so beautiful.

Like melted choc'late slowly dripping

Smoothly from a spoon,

The notes of music soothing slip

Into my willing mind.

5-16-12

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Freddy's Eye

I put my finger in his eye

And rake a tiny clot

Of matter from the corner. Freddy

Twists his little head,

Then cuddles close for something,

Probably a stroke.

7-8-13

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Fate

I think with dread my newest songs

Are slick and without merit,

Except they skim the surface of my soul,

And plumb with phrases thoughts I never had.

Are the old ones better?
God and the unknown!

I'm alive at 66 to write such verse as this,

To have it all forgotten when I'm dead.

7-8-13

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Intolerance

People will get hurt

And angry. It's unplanned.

It's not that no one does,

But can not understand.

We room and board four cats.

Together several years,

The older ones just sleep,

The kitten stirs their fears.

I am not so deep

Or perceptive. I

Am frightened like a cat,

Critical and shy.

7-8-13

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Better Friends

I think you want me to love you,

Despite your better friends.

You said you felt like a prisoner here.

But your means don't meet your ends.

Your friends are people who love -

Liars and cons and thieves -

Held by the heel and dipped in ink.

Even god deceives.

7-8-13

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Him

Gentle good and even kind,

A communist with dollars,

Inward knowing, outward blind -

“Come in!” - to any callers.

A perfect joy, a subtle wit,

Contented to be happy,

Going mad in spite of it,

With music worse than crappy.

Ordinary, no tattoos,

Civilized and caring,

Greedy friends he won't refuse -

Nailed with one word - “sharing”!

Intelligent and true and slow,

Doubt within him rages,

Knowing what few people know.

And the planet ages.

7-8-13

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The Mean

When you're cruel and sinister,

Nothing's left but sex.

Poetry and gentle things

As though you are convex

Slip off you to the froth and foam

And very quickly sink.

Nothing's warm and nothing's kind,

Not even when you think.

Perhaps you may pretend to be

And even claim you are

Sensitive. Though probably

You are a burnt out star.

7-8-13