Category Archives: Poetry

A Date With Phoinix

There’s no Triumphal Entry this year No Blessed is he who comes no Hal A. Lou No palms up fist bump making fronds And influencing people on the Way No name and claim no shift the blame And certainly no … Continue reading

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The Tractor Poem

You’d be amazed how long barbed wire lasts before it rusts away. The weathered wooden posts here running in a line As near from East to West as a man could get Who reckoned by his eyeball And taught himself … Continue reading

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Empress of the Winkies

“We’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto,” She said offhand while looking out Her penthouse view of Emerald City, Plush pillows puffed around her And her little dog, to whom she Addressed droll commentary With a slow rotation of her right … Continue reading

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An Hogshead of Real Fire

The Celebrated Mister E Performed his poems on Saturdee With Stephie French In the Pit upstairs at Prospero’s A group of Bards and Oracles Met in a pinch … On the corner of West 39th Street and Bell, at the … Continue reading

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Deconstructing Mark

I heard Irish pipes a’playin’ Lilting some distant where behind me A little Pan Pipe trill A simple melody That flipped the switch On some Imagination Projector Running reels of 16mm Celluloid Reality Clickity-clackity Off the reel Behind the lens … Continue reading

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What if Isaac Newton Sat Under a Fig Tree?

-or- Keeping Botany at Bay There’s a crab-apple tree Beside a parking lot In the Old Mill Park That has gaping holes Where branches used to be And aren’t, for whatever reason. The largest hole is the lowest one Maybe … Continue reading

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MetaGainst

If you put your metaphor on And wear it like a Lycra® … Glove Until its mind is your mind— And vice versa— And it seems the most Natural Thing in the World … Kill it. Toss the biggest rock … Continue reading

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