Nice Poems

Someone I know read a poem I like (one I wrote), it was clear from the look on his face he didn't want to read it, but he did.  His only comment was I'd made a mistake in punctuation.  2 or 3 years ago an ex-English teacher read a lot of my poems, and compared one to Shakespeare.  Then a while ago said my poems were mundane.  I looked it up, it means ordinary.  I looked that up, and it means mediocre.   Apparently my poems are crap, like all poetasters, and I didn't know it, like all poetasters.  I'll keep posting though.  Nothing else to do.

WCW

When you're crazy for art,

It's either brilliant or mad.

Providence looks after drunks

And madmen like a dad.

Drunks will sober up,

But madmen don't get glad.

William Carlos Williams.

I read some, that completes

My tour of modern poetry.

Like a child who eats

Reluctantly his eggplant.

It wasn't reading Keats.

Age

It hurts too much to walk

And leaves me out of breath.

The only cure for age

Is death.

I am not as casual

And happy as I seem.

Death and even life

Seem like a dream.

Nice Poems

Nice poems on safe subjects -

No more NRA,

No more ancient memories

That will not go away.

Pretty songs a little sad -

Life is made that way -

And a guy I want to love

For longer than a day.

Poems that plumb the sea I love,

Acknowledge who I am,

Nothing seems more beautiful

Than Junkets' “La Belle Dame”.

 

Music

Rodgers liked Kern -

His hero worship -

And they were the same -

With Rodgers more substantial -

Kern a little fey -

I like Broadway and opera -

Many years ago

The classical tunes that I recall

I cannot remember -

 

God

Don't worry into god

Like your mother's cedar chest.

Just do what makes you happy.

No deities will help.

As you quickly age -

The eyes, the legs, the teeth -

You'll wonder if some god

Intended this for you.

 

The Weapon

When someone has my number,

I'm like Diana's fawn,
Anything and everything

I say, he'll get off on.

Wit was made for happy.

Some people hone it well

To skewer like a savage

The weak and give them hell.

And nothing that they say

Is fun or meant to please.

Just a hard rejoinder,

To bring you to your knees.