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Messed Up Doesn’t Rhyme with Best

Messed Up Doesn’t Rhyme with Best Is poetry that’s free as free as all That?  Surely it’s the poet who is free Or not.  S/he makes the choice to make a sprawl Of words (and punctuation?) dribblingly Straight (straight?) along the right-hand margin, or Elects to wander...

Heterodox

                 Heterodox Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem When first he kissed, his name and family dis appeared, his father and his brothers van ished, and his mother and his aunties mis conceived...

Illuminated

            lluminated Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The secret bird refuses to be known. Its color is a flavor still unnamed, More like a smell than scarlet, a tone, Shennai in voice perhaps.  It...

Escape from Recurring Pain

Escape from Recurring Pain The water comes before, then comes the flow Of water after.  Now, forever, these First lead then follow.  Floods or trickles go Wherever they insist.  Priests can’t appease Them.  Always they repeat their sequence, force, Retreat, return. ...

The Wisest Words were Written Long after They Were Spoken

The Wisest Words were Written Long after They Were Spoken The wisest words are of the ages long Ago, so long that many people now Are not acquainted with their force.  A gong Is struck but sounds more like an echo.  Thou And thee are how most think of them, at best. A...

Le crème

                 Le crème The mouth would speak.  The poem disappears. The heart desires to love.  Sweat fades away, Though.  Passion lasts for moments, not for years. He sits alone, Parisian café Amour around him where he used to sit With more than newsprint words. ...

Leave it Unnamed

      Leave it Unnamed It never is created by mere speech And silence cannot penetrate it.  Deep It always is.  It has a wounded reach Too often with a name, sometimes, in sleep But in the waking hours the names that come To it are shallow, like a shallow pond. No...

Above, Beyond

              Above, Beyond The swan does not desire to leave his white On water.  Swimming on the surface he Turns neck and head towards his goal with slight Concern for beauty.  Serendipity Meanders on the surface.  Folded wings Are calmer than the flowing stream he...