Tag: poem
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Ugh, They Did It Again…
Ugh, they did it again. I was away from here more than I was here the past few months, and things look–and work–a little differently. Ugh. With Apolgies To Britney Spears Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I see they did it again They made us believe we know how…
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Pluto Shits on the Universe By Fatimah Asghar
Pluto Shits on the Universe By Fatimah Asghar http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poem/250212 On February 7, 1979, Pluto crossed over Neptune’s orbit and became the eighth planet from the sun for twenty years. A study in 1988 determined that Pluto’s path of orbit could never be accurately predicted. Labeled as “chaotic,” Pluto was later discredited from planet status in…
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Svarog’s Hymn
Svarog’s Hymn One true Church, he grinned mischievously. It is mine, obviously. The Church of Me— I, mine and me, now that’s a trinity!
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Dissonance
She likes bright colors set against stark striking white; he is partial to browns and ruddy greens. You know: earth tones or, as she calls them, “moldy shades of decay.”
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Wednesday Words of Wisdom: John Betjeman, Christmas
Christmas, by John Betjeman The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught the streaks of winter rain In many a stained-glass window sheen From Crimson Lake to Hookers Green. The holly in the windy hedge And round the Manor House the yew Will…
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Two Poems Stuck In My Head
Forgive me, it’s been over 6 weeks since i sat down and tried to think in verse. Forget about the actual work of putting it on paper and tinkering. I could blame all the obligations–work, kid’s stuff, chores, a wedding, a vacation, fiction, and this damned blog–but I don’t do excuses with writing. It’s like…
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The Weeds Have Grown Up Around The Stone Fire Ring
(working draft…) The weeds have grown up around the stone fire ring; morning glories twist filigree about the wrought iron table and the lane is laid in gold with last year’s grass, a few bold saplings, sticky burdock and the soft fallen limbs of carefully inventoried trees. The big oaks look good, the hemlocks by…
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I Love Your Soft
I tossed a draft of this against the Twitter wall yesterday and it stuck. A little. I love your soft Solomon-songed geology– oh, those hills and valleys– your glacial erosion.
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Norris-Canyon Cut-Off Road, 9/11/90
Brothers. Bag of apples, sharp cheddar, Sixpacks and loaves of bread: Biblical fare. Binoculars, and a taped-together roadmap. Aspens rusting in meadows gone to gold, the day thick with autumn mist, wanting wool. Appalachian boys loosed in the caldera, hooting camp elk bugles from the highway, taking turns at the wheel and reading out loud…
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Poetry: Pablo Neruda
I haven’t forgotten I owe you 3 of my favorite poems. Here’s one: If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the…
Old Road Apples 