Thursday, January 9, 2014

Gentle Fools


Gentle Fools


Some people see a gentle man
As foolish and a goat,
And laugh at every syllable
Of verse he ever wrote.


Though other people love him
(Only fools are mad),
He's especially ridiculous
To his mom and dad.


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My Poems


That such immortal poesy
Came from a brain of wood!
I worry what is better. Really
All of it is good.


Bland and native poesy -
Profundities of thought -
More clever than emotional -
And neither sold nor bought.


And when I'm dead, I think
These 80-something books
Will lie beneath the lime with me
Where no one ever looks.


My poems aren't immortal.
They're shallow, simple, mild,
Rather like a symphony
Written by a child.


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Surrender


You no longer care when bastards
Hurtle through red lights
So long as the car they total
Isn't yours.
Blacks and homosexuals
And immigrants have rights,
But not between these cold
And distant shores.
They're selling guns to children
And madmen at a rate
As though there were some issue
To debate.


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Camaraderie


Togetherness means death, decay.
Camaraderie.
Single sparrows fly away
High above the sea.


An absence of emotion means
An immortality,
Unable to appreciate
Human poetry.


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If you like my poems, I have books on Amazon, both paper and Kindle.  Most of the paper books are $10 or less, and most of the Kindles are $1.  You can get to them by going to Amazon, clicking Books on the drop-down, and typing Joseph Hart Poetry in the search bar.     



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