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Valentines Day
To all poets we call
your name's on the wall
may you never fall
on Valentine's Day
To the home all alone
forget what was sewn
get on the phone
on Valentine's Day
To the injured and ill
write on with will
can be a helluva skill
to get through Valentines Day
your name's on the wall
may you never fall
on Valentine's Day
To the home all alone
forget what was sewn
get on the phone
on Valentine's Day
To the injured and ill
write on with will
can be a helluva skill
to get through Valentines Day
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Posted: Feb 2022
About this poem:
Somebody has to write one!For the Isolated
For again the night is moving slow
and many a poet is cursed to know
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo
In tenement buildings and boarding rooms
lie men who dreamt of being grooms
Have known evenings, mornings, afternoons,
measured out their lives with coffee spoons
But onwards as we surely try
to flower and bloom before we die
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
and many a poet is cursed to know
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo
In tenement buildings and boarding rooms
lie men who dreamt of being grooms
Have known evenings, mornings, afternoons,
measured out their lives with coffee spoons
But onwards as we surely try
to flower and bloom before we die
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
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Posted: Feb 2022
About this poem:
Three quatrains, the last two lines of each borrowed from T.S. Eliot's“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.”
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/44212/the-love-song-of-j-alfred-prufrock
Ukraine
Putin's on the border
110,000 at the order
bristling with their military
it isn't very salutary
By the end of Feb we'll know
if Zelensky has to go
its not a pleasant show
this road to overthrow
Take defensive actions
hit them with the sanctions
there'll be multilateral reactions
and multi-country factions
Its because of NATO forces
a growing pack of horses
unnerves the Russian bear
and brings him from his lair
110,000 at the order
bristling with their military
it isn't very salutary
By the end of Feb we'll know
if Zelensky has to go
its not a pleasant show
this road to overthrow
Take defensive actions
hit them with the sanctions
there'll be multilateral reactions
and multi-country factions
Its because of NATO forces
a growing pack of horses
unnerves the Russian bear
and brings him from his lair
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Posted: Feb 2022
About this poem:
Things are looking dire in Ukraine, military surrounds the country, even subs in the Black Sea.Talk of millions of refugees if the Russians invade, right in the middle of winter, how will Europe deal with this one?
Little Black Sambo
Light it up like Rambo
what ever happened to Sambo
victim of the mambo
from the land of banjo
His father was Black Jumbo
his mother was Black Mumbo
tigers round a tree they come-bo
to a pool of ghee they did go
what ever happened to Sambo
victim of the mambo
from the land of banjo
His father was Black Jumbo
his mother was Black Mumbo
tigers round a tree they come-bo
to a pool of ghee they did go
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Posted: Jan 2022
About this poem:
Childhood memories of Little Black Sambo and the tigers, anyone else read that stuff before it was deemed inappropriate? I liked it, never really clicked it was about an Indian child..
online today!The Other Side
What awaits on the other side
After death takes one's breath away
Billions have taken that last ride
Yet what awaits no one can say
A belief is just a belief
It may provide some with solace
And give a measure of relief
But it's not a proof in this case
All persons will know the answer
When death comes knocking on their door
That's all that can be said thus far
And how it may be evermore
(iambic tetrameter)
After death takes one's breath away
Billions have taken that last ride
Yet what awaits no one can say
A belief is just a belief
It may provide some with solace
And give a measure of relief
But it's not a proof in this case
All persons will know the answer
When death comes knocking on their door
That's all that can be said thus far
And how it may be evermore
(iambic tetrameter)
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Posted: Jan 2022
About this poem:
“Strange, is it not? that of the myriads whoBefore us pass'd the door of Darkness through,
Not one returns to tell us of the Road,
Which to discover we must travel too.”
(Omar Khayyam – The Rubaiyat, verse 46)
Omar Khayyam was a Persian mathematician, astronomer, and poet.
He was born on May 18, 1048 and died on December 4, 1131.
The verse of his poem quoted was written more than nine centuries ago. The message of his poem still holds today.
My poem, “The Other Side”, is in line with the quoted verse from Khayyam's poem and is not meant to disparage the religious beliefs of anyone.
Xmas card from a broad
She penned it by the water
deep within the fjord
folded into quarter
my Xmas card from a broad
She wished me joyful tidings
it struck a pleasant chord
I'll have to return the sentiment
my Xmas card from a broad
I'll send her sexy nightwear
the best I can afford
promise a future liaison
my Xmas card from a broad
But she's half my age and distant
and I can only thank the Lord
my prowess won't soon be put to test
my Xmas card from a broad
deep within the fjord
folded into quarter
my Xmas card from a broad
She wished me joyful tidings
it struck a pleasant chord
I'll have to return the sentiment
my Xmas card from a broad
I'll send her sexy nightwear
the best I can afford
promise a future liaison
my Xmas card from a broad
But she's half my age and distant
and I can only thank the Lord
my prowess won't soon be put to test
my Xmas card from a broad
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Posted: Dec 2021
About this poem:
toying with "a letter from abroad.."Onwards into the Storm
Just as the willow
does not yield to the flood
nor fear the rains
spilling from the crags
nor does the tall pine
that severs the sky
fear the lightning shot
from the thunder ground
we shall not fear
this cursed pestilence
O! brave poets
of the corner
from whom the finest lyrics
are drawn from the rock
as did Arthur wield Excalibur
onwards into the storm my compatriots
does not yield to the flood
nor fear the rains
spilling from the crags
nor does the tall pine
that severs the sky
fear the lightning shot
from the thunder ground
we shall not fear
this cursed pestilence
O! brave poets
of the corner
from whom the finest lyrics
are drawn from the rock
as did Arthur wield Excalibur
onwards into the storm my compatriots
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Posted: Dec 2021
About this poem:
A call to the brave my friends, traditional fun.Pepperoni logic
Steely Dan be damned
pretzels you can't use
I want to tour the Southland
in me ultra fancy shoes
I have never met Napoleon
but I plan to find the time
we'll share some pepperoni
and a margarita topped with lime
we'd get a raucous chorus
a travelling minstrel show
but those days are gone forever
over a long time ago
pretzels you can't use
I want to tour the Southland
in me ultra fancy shoes
I have never met Napoleon
but I plan to find the time
we'll share some pepperoni
and a margarita topped with lime
we'd get a raucous chorus
a travelling minstrel show
but those days are gone forever
over a long time ago
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Posted: Nov 2021
About this poem:
Playing with Steely Dan's Pretzel Logic, a classic..Peace
Peace flows into me
As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore,
It will not ebb like the sea.
I am the pool of blue
That worships the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are fulfilled in you.
I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies –
You are my deepening skies;
Give me your stars to hold.
As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore,
It will not ebb like the sea.
I am the pool of blue
That worships the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are fulfilled in you.
I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies –
You are my deepening skies;
Give me your stars to hold.
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Posted: Nov 2021
About this poem:
Contemplation time - Poem by Sara Teasdale 1884 - 1933"Sara Teasdale was an American lyric poet. She was born Sarah Trevor Teasdale in St. Louis, Missouri, and used the name Sara Teasdale Filsinger after her marriage in 1914. In 1918 she won a Pulitzer Prize for her 1917 poetry collection Love Songs."
Two gun Suzie
There's a lamp-stand in the corner
it shine its light down on the floor
a red moon out my window
brought the sheriff to my door
I said the whisky made us frisky
we was fighting tooth and claw
she was dancing on my table
with her body in the raw
Then she stole my sports car
took the money from the drawer
while I was sleeping off the drinking
she was running from the law
Last time I'll bed little Suzie
with the hips you can't ignore
with her two guns and ammunition
and appetite to score
it shine its light down on the floor
a red moon out my window
brought the sheriff to my door
I said the whisky made us frisky
we was fighting tooth and claw
she was dancing on my table
with her body in the raw
Then she stole my sports car
took the money from the drawer
while I was sleeping off the drinking
she was running from the law
Last time I'll bed little Suzie
with the hips you can't ignore
with her two guns and ammunition
and appetite to score
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Posted: Oct 2021
About this poem:
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