A Linkedin Poetry Forum

Beware!


Beware!  I am insane.  I value nothing,
Except my cats and happiness and trust.
The ill- and under-educated try
To sound sophisticated citing Jung
Reviewing a contemporary song.
None of them can say, “It's beautiful.
I like it.”  Poetry and Joseph Campbell.
Is this the world?  Are nations all the same?
Abandoning the hatred in my verse,
Returning to the poesy I wrote
Before the vein broke, putting it away.
They will play their games.  And I'll play mine.
I'll just stay indoors.  It's cold outside.


12-14-13

Hopefully An End To Hate


I shall go to hell
(So the Christians say)
As ignorant and stupid
As the rainy day


When I was conceived.
But I iterate
There's a difference in poems
Twixt serious and hate.


How many years elapsed?
Seven?  Maybe five?
Hating what I wrote
As though it were alive.


Anger is a real
And necessary thing,
But it's not a crown
To put upon a king.


Passing through the rage
My poesy released,
I don't know why it started,
I don't know why it ceased.


12-14-13

Talent


I'd like to think my heart has talent,
Poesy my childish wont.
I'd like to think my rhythms charm,
But in fact I don't.


Others who declare their brilliance,
Post on forums, send to zines,
Claim a genius from their childhoods,
Don't know what a poem means.


Even those who try tradition
Have no rhythms, ruin rhymes,
Give up and marry, age and perish.
I shall perish too betimes.


12-14-13

Women


Men afraid of women
Who aren't afraid of men.
“Yes, my love, I'm coming.
I fell asleep again.”


Women iron-plated,
Keeper of the keys,
Hold the truth of heaven
Just above their knees.


Daddy's little darling.
Mommie showed her how.
Don't ask her when she wants it.
You know she wants it now.


12-14-13

The Loser


I am 67
And I'm tired of going last.
I step aside when bullies take a walk.
I even yield to women.
They are strident, sharp and loud.
I seldom tell the truth cause people talk.


I'm the only loser
When a hippopotamus,
Covered with tattoos and nearly bald
Working in the mini-mart
For 7 bucks an hour
For reasons of his own says things that scald.


12-14-13

A Linkedin Poetry Forum


The people on that thread I think
Are totally insane,
Except the few who left like fleeing rats
From a ship that's sinking.  It has yet
To founder.  And the subject of today
And yesterday and many days before
Is what the topic of the thread should be,
Indifferent to what the topic is.
Rather like the title of a book
That no one likes, so everybody changes
In the spirit of democracy.
Poetry – the issue of the forum.
Not a verse is posted or discussed.
These men and women gladly tell their ages -
67, 70, beyond.
It lessens hope for all longevity.


12-14-13