Archive for the ‘poet’ Category

We Agree, We Don’t Agree (poem)

November 3, 2018

We won’t agree on customs
or what’s in the hereafter;

but we can agree on ethics
and how to treat each other.

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Poem about a Poet, Sparrow X. Carter

November 3, 2018

At first puzzled
then delighted;
Another poem
written by Sparrow!

(Sparrow was featured regularly in many issues of Museas.
For much of his latest work, see his FaceBook page.)

3 Moon Poems

July 30, 2018

Moon Park
invisible in day
starts stirring
as dusk settles.
Meet me my love
at Moon Park.

There is a place
on the far side of the Moon
that’s home to the shadows
that have been left behind.
They walk those moors
on that grey world;
itself a shadow
to a larger body.

Call me
the Moon poet,
and i’ll
light up!

Readymades (poems)

July 14, 2018

What are readymades? They are poems hiding in the prose of others. With a few touchups they make great poems too!

READYMADES

One is reminded
of the words of the poet
which I have forgotten
at the moment.
– P. G. Wodehouse from “Bachelors Anonymous.”

To be read?
Nay not so! …
Rather to be thumbed,
to be cooed over,
to be dogs eared,
to be rumpled
to be kissed by
the illiterate
ungrammatical,
dimpled, darlings!
(From Lewis Carroll intro to Alice)

Truly all things
have not been revealed.
But by long seeking
mortals make progress.
(Retelling of a phrase by Xenophanes of Colophon.)

Multiple levels
of consequences
– BBC Reporter.

The shadows grow
as darkness falls
– Glamorous Temptation TV Drama.

The sheer ecstasy
of existence.
– Charles Ephraim Burchfield.

Buzzing polinators!
– Science Daily article on Bees.

Waves erase
my footsteps.
– Glamorous Temptations, Korean TV, Final Ep.

I love being a writer
(but) what I can’t stand
is (all) the paperwork!
– Peter de Vries

Seven Poems About Animals

July 5, 2018

A bee in the cathedral?
Get him out!
No one wants him there
but God!

the flower
seems to know
what to do!

from my door
high in the tree
I see a straw nest
my nearest neighbor.

can this mouse
help the lion?

busy people
pass them by,
but grandfather and child
love the birds.

I love to watch you dragonfly
when you’re hovering …
over there …
and not too close!

I kicked a stone
over the cliff.
A startled bird
rose up in it’s place!


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