Category: poetry

You Can’t Have Poetry without Poe

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A contrived poem created from lines of Edgar Allan Poe’s poems.

The idea for this compilation came from Luisa’s blog, her post The Poet

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,

In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;–

From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone —
And all I lov’d — I lov’d alone —

Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.

Fussing and Fusing

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Fusion-the process or result of joining two or more things together to form a single entity. “a fusion of an idea from anthropology and an idea from psychology”

Confusion – Lack of understanding; uncertainty.the state of being bewildered or unclear in one’s mind about something.

Profusion – an abundance or large quantity of something.

Sometimes the mind
trots down a different path
synapses creating
symbiotic relationships
not previously imagined.

Does the fusion of
these new heretofore
separate thoughts
create confusion
or profusion?

Or do you refuse
to ponder further?

Is a Whetherman a castrated sheep or goat?
Do bovines think that humans are full of peoplepoop?
Do aliens avoid earth because we are too messed up?
If humans should be humane, are profans profane?
What if life is a game and we are all merely players in it?

A Playful Breeze

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The breeze played
hide and seek
with the leaves
in the grove of trees.

Leaves in the foreground
rustled, then stopped.
Treetops quivered as
 the breeze changed course
to chase
through the lower limbs.

Irregularly
the trees all shook
when the breeze exhaled
only to pause
until the next breath.

My friend and fellow poet, JeanMarie Olivieri, recommended some improvements that I like. What do you think?

The breeze played
hide and seek
with the leaves

Leaves rustled, then stopped.
Treetops quivered as
the breeze changed course
to chase
through the lower limbs.

The trees all shook
when the breeze exhaled
only to pause
until the next breath.

Should Last Year’s Grievances Be Forgot?–Library Carrel 5, 2021

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Should last year's greivances be forgot?
And never brought to mind
Should last year's grievances stay right there
And just be left behind?

We love to hold on to what we hate
and those who done us wrong
But do we need the baggage still
to keep our grievances strong?

For hate like that is poisonous
especially to the hater
It will infiltrate your evey pore
Probably sooner rather than later.

Here We Come A ‘Tunnelling -Library Carrel 1, 2021

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The inspiration for this carrel is a response to Teagan's Armadillo Files where we are currently on episode 16.

Here we come a  'tunneling among the clay so red 
Here we come a 'tunneling our imaginations fed 
By the plot and its twists 
Not a detail to be missed 
As we read of the shenannigans of Dilly and Fang
 and get to know new members of the gang. 

TROLLEY has delivered them to the hills of Tennessee 
During the time of World War II, parallel reality 
Nothing is  like it seems 
Are we in a waking dream? 
Where the plot is derived from ideas that we submit, 
What will we find when we reach the summit?

The Trouble with Reflections

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Have you ever gazed upon your reflection in either a mirror or in your thoughts?

Whether you gaze inwardly (thoughts) or outwardly (a mirror) what you see is a distortion. Your reflection is you backwards and reversed.

Am I distorted
or is that my reflection?
What is my truth
without interjection?
Do I have time
for a midlife correction?
Or do I need a 
new course of direction?

To myself
I try to be true
What works for me
may not work for you.
Trust in yourself
You're all that you've got
You'll always be with you
Believe it or not.

Coffee Shop Textures

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Scuffed wooden bench catches the back pockets of my blue jeans 
as I slide into the booth
Sticky spot on the table's surface 
evades the cleaner's lick and a promise approach
A crooked fork tine gently stabs my lip 
unless I carefully place the syrup drenched waffle 
directly into my mouth
Disintegrating paper napkins cling to my fingers
rather than sop up any of the spilled coffee 
from the overflowing saucer set down by the waiter
The mostly cooked bacon
reflects the overhead lights
 in a glycerin pool of its own making
The greasy steam from the kitchen
coats my face like a food laden sauna
The crinkly dollars refuse to fold smoothly
so the people behind me in line shift impatiently
from foot to foot while I fumble
to put my billfold into my purse.

A Day to Wine About

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​Crisp refreshing dawn the straw color of sauvignon blanc
each breath an intoxicating sip 
that stirs the blood and makes a morning walk a joy

Morning progresses to the richer warmer  sunshine of un-oaked Chardonnay
effervescent air tickles when inhaled deeply
energy pulses with each invigorating breath

Enveloping light and warmth of an oaked chardonnay noon
carries the smell of pumpkins and apples 
as the light breeze rubs against my skin like a cat
chilling out with out the early morning chill

Rich honeyed warmth in the late  afternoon, 
light the color of  petit manseng dessert wine
mindfulness to capture the warmth and mellowness of an autumnal afternoon
to replay during the cold grey winter days ahead.
Slante’

The Antiquarian Contrarian

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He was a man of firm opinions
he felt compelled to share,
strong in his belief
that was why God set him there.

He worked in a library
though not as a librarian
instead his co-workers knew him
as the contrarian antiquarian.

His many years had convinced him
that only his views were right
He'd never learned compassion
but he never missed a slight.














			


    



			
				


 	

					
Noah Waiting for the Roofers
		
				

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The rains are coming
Not a flood of biblical proportions
but enough for the meteorologists
to warn
"Turn around and don't drown"
if you see running water 
on what should 
be a street or sidewalk.

Meanwhile, the ark has a hole in its roof
so where are the roofers?
They have said they were coming each
morning this week.
Noah is getting impatient and 
the animals keep running off.












			


    



			
				


			
				


			
				


 	

					
The Woes of Woo
		
				

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She really understand me, and that’s not easy.” –Brian





Wooing





1. seek the favor, support, or custom of





2. try to gain the love of (someone), especially with a view to marriage.





Liz said she loves the “State of Woo”.  She never defined exactly what that is but it seems to be when two individuals meet and are attracted to each other.  Each day is a wonderful discovery into an unknown package of delights.  You want to know what is in the package and unwrap each layer with anticipation and appreciation.   Inevitably you fall out of woo and reality seeps in.





His tender looks start to glaze over or develop an acquisitive gleam.





Her soft laughter turns from trilling to shrilling.





What once enchants eventually annoys. 





As projection of perfection morphs into  perceived realities the idealized one  no more exists.





Focus shifts from no faults to magnified imperfections.





Many people flee the decay of their fantasies without waiting to see if its replacement may be a more worthy object of affection.





Enjoy it while it lasts; the sun will set on the state of woo.