• Bad Poet

    Yes, I'm a bad poet.  In more ways than one.

    Some of my writings are okay, a few are really good, and a lot of them suck.  I think that goes for just about everything, not just poetry.  Unless you're an uber genius, which I am not.

    Also it seems I have to be in the mood to write poetry, and that comes and goes in waves.  There's something about when you first get into that first hot wave of a new relationship, it sparks a poetic mood.  And then there's alcohol, which can spark the same mood (but usually not the same quality of writing.)

    The alcohol that sparks my mood the most is absinthe, preferably mixed with champagne -- in what Hemmingway used to call the "Slow Death in the Afternoon Cocktail."  I love that stuff, but I've had to back away from it, because no if ands or buts, it's a drug.  Also I've noticed it makes me more than a bit crazy, and this thing that's called "moderation" goes out the window.

    My friends, "MODERATION" is something you should keep near and dear to your heart, especially if you want to live a long happy life.

    I'm working on a manuscript right now in which one of the characters is a poet, and she's teaching the POV character poetry, and so I'm going to have to start writing some poetry again.  I'll steal some of my better poetry from myself and use that, but I'll have to come up with new pieces as well, and I'll post them here.

    Please, do me a favor, and tell me straight out if they suck.  I can't judge my own poetry, so I need objective advice.  The good thing is, ones that suck, I can use those in the book as examples of ... well, poetry that sucks.

  • Three Senryus for the Last Evening of July


    Tongue across wet lips
    Love is a four letter word
    She speaks silently

    Her fingers in mine
    My fingers between her lips
    My heart in her hands

    She shows me such things
    Bright public hidden and dark
    Mom never told me
  • Music from the Black Door Public House in Helsinki

    I recorded this with my iPhone on Thursday night, March 25th.  The musicians were sitting right next to us.






  • First Poem of 2009


    My Love, for you I tell
    The words my heart doth sing:
    In pastel harmonies and
    Tribal jungle rhythms
    High angelic notes amid
    Low animal growling
    Every note and utterance
    Tells the same tale...
    A thank you to the Creator
    For bringing you into my life

    I love you.

  • Children On Airplanes


    I say goodbye
    At security
    They pass through search and x-ray
    Belt and post maze empty
    I whisper my prayers
    For their safe passage
    And feel sad

    With my eye closed
    To deny my tears
    I hear echoing voices
    Tinny obscure music
    Rolling luggage wheels
    Squeaking shoes walking
    My own sobs

    I wait for them
    To board the airplane
    And then with heavy footsteps
    I trudge to where I parked
    To drive home alone
    Apartment empty
    As they fly

     DFW Airpot 6/17/08      
  • Got Rhymes?

    Here's a web site I stumbled across this morning, and thought some of you might find amusing ... perhaps even useful:


    It's an online poetry / lyrics processor.




  • Early Morning Pantoum


    She lets herself in
    While I am asleep
    It can't be a sin
    This secret we keep

    While I am asleep
    She snuggles in close
    This secret we keep
    Which I love the most

    She snuggles in close
    This girl who's my missus
    Which I love the most
    I awake to her kisses

    This girl who's my misses
    Her skin warm and soft
    I awake to her kisses
    It's gone hot in this loft!

    Igniting intense fires
    This can't be a sin
    Fulfills my desires
    She lets herself in


  • A Musette for Milady


    Feeling
    Behind left knee
    Kissing

    Eyes closed
    Wearing soft smile
    She's posed

    Each kiss
    A world its own
    Sweetness



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