"Pleasaunce"

“Pleasaunce”

Hate and cynicism -

Appropriate as hell -

Have come to disappear.

Don't see the world so well.

Something that is pretty -

A place where I can hide -

Translates out of poesy,

And remembers like the tide.

I know the sea remembers -

Violent or tame,

Morning until morning -

Eternally the same.

 

Music

I'm too stupid for classical music.

It doesn't affect my soul,

Except the pieces the Europeans

Chuck at the philistine.

But Connie Francis and Sarah Brightman,

Jolson and Cantor and Jo

Make me happy, I start to sing,

And if I could, I'd dance.

 

Remembered Books

Sitting in the squalor on a

Humid summer night,

I'd like to write some comments

On the books that I have read.

However it has been so long

Since I read anything,

The novels are a phantom,

And the poetry is dead.

I do not like the Sonnets,

Ah but salted through the plays

Are people, moods and insights

And infrequently a phrase.

7-16-13

Remembered Poems

It's a wonder that I wrote

A good poem after all!

I sit and read a book of mine,

Then hate what I recall.

Reading in a book it seems

My bad poems overwhelm me.

I'll live and die beneath a rock.

Sisyphus is dead.

Poems written years ago

No longer written down -

Yet I remember every line,

I guess because I like them.