Poems

Contracts

Security and certainty and love!

Freedom is for birds that fly in flocks.

Therapists would tell me I am sick,

But oblique and sly, an implication

That only therapists would understand.

Poetry! The refuge of the lone

Who are not lonely in their poetry.

Poetry is joy. And music too.

As it was. Creation has miscarried.

Everyone composes, no one well.

Their songs are loved. Like violence and god.

For no reason. Just because they're there.

8-18-13

 

Shakespeare

The sea is either tame

Or violent and choppy.

His phrases are a flame,

His meters often sloppy.

8-18-13

 

A Poem For Losers

The arrogant old man

That folk of insight choose

Confidently said

That top dogs always lose.

The top dog is a man

Who's certain what to do

To get the world his way

And other people's too.

And losers sit around,

A coterie of saps

Who look a little baffled,

And frequently collapse.

8-18-12

The Poet On The Internet

He said he read no poems but his own,

And he wrote a poem in a flash.

He then produced a sample.

A single song was ample.

Such blithering and dithering

Conceited balderdash!

8-18-13

 

Two Loves

Two loves had I at Denny's.

They've been gone a while.

One with wit was serious.

The other loved to smile.

And a third – effeminate -

Quite the fagot's style -

Aroused such lustful passion

I could take him in the aisle.

All of this is over

Though I just got a kiss

From a waitress. I'm too old

To think of things like this.

8-17-13

 

To A Muse

Muse, if you have mercy -

Art does not have faith -

Come forth and favor gently

A single working wraith.

I have been in love

Both better and for worse,

However I have never

Really loved my verse.

Will you make it happen?

My poems could be fair.

Reaching back millenia,

Put the feeling there.

8-17-13