The Artists
Too much talent and too many books,
And all of them in print. But poetry -
The ordinary man can never fake it.
Shatter rules and puke his boring guts
Into words, it isn't poetry.
Rhythm, rhyme and metaphors and music -
That's the art. Does anybody have
it?
Though like happy cats they groom each other
Though like happy cats they groom each other
And coo superlatives and elegies.
5-27-14
Two Waitresses
Of all the waitresses in Christendom,
The two that I dislike are working now.
One would pull me from the audience
And put me on the stage with her. The
other
Real as a seven dollar bill,
Like everybody's notion of a grandma
Would love me til I come. It's 9 p.m.
And I'm asleep with coffee and a book.
Misunderstood at home, the constant
villain
I must fight to keep her in the house.
He loves her and I'm driving her away.
I have nothing anyone would want
Anymore, and once I had it all,
Needing only love. My poesy
From childish plastic phrases to a
bland
And pointless cynicism, all my verse
Is changing in kaleidoscopic madness.
4-27-14
Confession
Confession is a cagey kind of verse -
A line twixt poetry and masturbation -
Nuts and bolts, people and events
Or something that is accurate and
human.
I won't go home again. I'll sit in
Denny's
Like the homeless, waiting to be fed.
5-27-14
Mod
I seldom shower. I'm sure I stink.
I live in the USA
(Hoop-la, wars and rinky-dink),
Where all the people say,
“If I want to, it's okay.”
They're human, not humane today.
Don't puzzled pause and think.
Pack and run away.
5-27-14
Passe
One day he fell to earth.
He's climbing back to heaven.
Climbing since his birth,
He's 37.
My poems once were magic,
But that was long ago.
To me this loss is tragic,
Phrases once like Poe.
I wrestled and adored
The glory of his sweets.
I couldn't get aboard.
I'm never was like Keats.
5-27-14
If you like my poems, there are several collections of them on Amazon, both paperbacks and Kindles. The paperbacks are usually $10 apiece, and the Kindles $1. You can find them by going to Amazon, clicking books on the drop-down and typing Joseph Hart Poetry in the search bar.
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