Posts Tagged ‘poet’

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!

Vision Poems

August 19, 2014

WHAT IS A VISION POEM? (intro from Musea issue on Vision Poetry)
WARNING: This is not ‘Poetry 101’. This is advanced. Vision Poetry does not rhyme (most of the time), and it’s not what you are used to. If for any reason, after reading two or three of these short poems, you don’t ‘GET IT’; please, fold up the zine page , replace it on the stack where you found it, and slowly back away from your computer.

Now that we’ve gotten rid of the neophytes, let’s continue. Vision poems are part koan, part hallucination, part vision, slightly enlightening, and peppered with occasional eureka moments. They are word pictures, dreams, fantasies, jokes, lightning strikes, and kafkaesque situations. Read them with a sense of adventure. Then see if the startling images – somewhat like what a painter might see in his mind before beginning his new work – suggests anything deeper or more profound. Enjoy and let me hear what you think.


the Priest wore
a robe of stars

she taped
an autumn leaf
to the middle
of every window

they named it
Renoir’s factory
two tall chimneys
pouring out smoke
no machines
empty rooms
except for his paintings
lining the walls.

they built a dome,
a clear amber dome,
over the roofs of the
seven churches.

Willie Loman passed Blanche Dubois
at the train station.

the labyrinth
of grey stone walls
had bas reliefs
of dancing divinities
with here and there
a high oil lamp
that bathed life
into the sculptures
as the flames flitted
across the figures

What do birds
think of angels?

horse turning around
Moon in the sky

I saw in the future
where they freeze their bird songs
and then thaw them out
in a most pleasing order.

Son of Quatros

January 2, 2013

What is a QUATRO. It’s a new type of very very short poetry that usually compares two things, in a haiku – way, packing a lot of meaning in a very small amount of words.  There is usually a very real comparison, and behind it a 2nd deeper meaning.  Here is the 7th group. I see many seem to like these – great!  Pass your favorites around if you want – Tom Hendricks


Better dancer
Than scientist

Dotting ‘I’s
Crossing ‘T’s

Moon Tea
M – T.

Write some verse!

Male female
Hotter colder

Finding salt
In sand.

To be over.

The Zen
Of sweeping

Taste of chocolate,

The Poet (a video quatro)

December 14, 2012

From my youtube channel,  The POET

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