Monday, June 27, 2016

Late Night Poetry

Late night poetry 
Has a different 
     Quality 
Than those written 
     In 
Shining day light. 

There is more depth
     As in 
- deepest, darkest -

There is a line 
     That has been 
          Crossed 
One which says,
     I can do no more 
          Today
No more worrying 
No more thing -
     Off the list -
No more languishing 
     Projects
To 
     Half heartedly
          Begin

Just me -
     A quiet 
          Neighborhood
               (Hopefully)
And the 
     "Guilt"
Screaming something 
     About
How I promised
     To get to bed 
Early. 
          
          

9,999

9,999
Readers . . .
Who will be number 
10,000? 
Some prize should be given 
Some thank you note 
Received
But 
I doubt 
This program is programmed 
For such 
And I'm sure I 
     Wouldn't know how 
     To do it 
     Anyway 

But some thanks are 
In order for 
The wonderful readers 
Who have come 
To view
To read 
To see 

This internet of
All things 
May -
Help us all 
Get along 
And comprehend 
The quality
That the "common person"
Possesses

I think it is very important
Now
Especially 
Now 

Remember -
"What if they gave a war
And nobody came?"
What if we all saw
The sacredness 
     Of the planet 
And all things 
On it? 

What if "they" 
Couldn't lie to us and 
Manipulate us 
Anymore 
Because 
We started to 
Talk -
To each other? 

"They" might have to take their 
Toys of mass destruction 
And go home 

If there's nobody 
To push the button 
What then?

If we all know
Humility 
And peace 
What then ? 
Where is their power 
Then ?

Grasp the center 
Of the circle 
And hang on tight

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Vertical Reality

Vertical Reality 

Finally I perfect 
At least a bit 
Of Tango 
For my own 
Finally something -
I can do
     And enjoy 
     -Immensely-

So how 
Do they know ?
They -
The powers 
     That be -

"Men make plans 
And the Gods laugh!"

Now when I'm feeling all 
Grand 
Like I could dance for those 
Gods 
And they might understand -
The angst, the yearning, the sheer -
     Heartbreaking futility 
     Of being human !
(Which is so elegantly expressed
In this dance)

Achilles strikes 
- at least 
  the heel -

Why 

And why 
Now?
Has this tendon chosen 
To betray 
Me 

Must I limp about 
Like some person who doesn't know 
The center 
     Of the dance? 
Like someone who goes 
Shopping 
And watches 
Movies 
And believes in the dream 
They've been sold 
And doesn't 
Know ?

This knowledge -
That the dance is eternal 
And contained within it 
Is all one needs to know -

Blast and darn it! 
I say! 
Achilles 
     Will have 
His way 

It's a Greek tragedy
      As  I sit here with 
My foot up 
Contemplating 

My

Tormented

Fate






Monday, June 6, 2016

I Opine

I opine 
Where is the millionaire 
Who was supposed to be there? 

The donation button is 
     Sadly languishing 
Cyber loneliness 
     Button refutation -

While the plaster is 
     Slowly falling 
Home repairs 
      Futilely calling 

Just one of you 
In this wandering world 
Certainly must see 
That such poetry !
Needs supporting 
     Like a good solid 
     Undergarment 
Not too tight 
But not sagging 
      Outright

And that the poet is 
     Getting older and 
Needs to stop climbing up
     On ladders 
Must needs go to lunch 
     With girlfriends 
And such 

All the blood, sweat, and 
     Tears 
I put into this 
     ( not much) 
One of you out there 
From aboard the yacht 
     Bored to death 
     (Maybe) 
Could just bother yourself 
     A bit 
To unleash a little
     largess
Upon 
Such as -
Me