My Poetry
Quote him,
Quote her,
Quote me
if thou must prefer.
Strew thy pages
in another’s tongue,
plastering posts
in reused moth-eaten dung.
Might as well spell
“unoriginal” as thy title,
for thine entries
seem like a parrot recital.
Not one novel idea
or thought of thy own,
just another wannabe me
blogging clone.
Why art thou so defensive?
Was it something I said?
It is thee, who allowed me to move thee,
thou and thy discriminative head.
Thou grasps at an idea of how the world should be,
and to thee, any other way is a good as dead.
Thy way, my way, his way, hers,
our way, always, one way wed.
Behold, I am thy [...]
Time taxes life
until were left bled,
dead bankrupt,
caught up,
having paid our debts
of breaths
to the flower beds we’ve tended
to carry on our name
through their pollinating payments
to the soil,
loyal to preserve
our footprints tints of a
transient existence.
I’m microscopic
in this seemingly infinite universe
where dust and sand
are my inferior companions.
Canyons swallow me
as if I were a rain drop
sent on the rays from stars
of the past.
I am but a single element,
belittled by that in which is beyond my reach.
How could I be so arrogant
to value myself over a lonesome blade of grass?
A blade of [...]
These written rhetorics I read
exceed the daily dialogs between
routine conversationalists exchange
of speech arranged on the fly by thought
wrought with weighted words wound
around past experiences influential
designer hands in motion thin
perceptions of peoples faces masking
private places from phantom truths
tracing the one and only truth that these
written rhetorics I read
exceed the daily dialogs between
you and I
I bet you’ll tell me this crap is great,
and create a calligram smiley face
behind strings of phony praise
and confidence boosting barbs
beckoning me to continue
with my uneducated attempts
to write
poetry with meaning,
leaning on a web thesaurus
for synonym support to uphold
a clicheless catwalk of words
strutting their stuff in unison
for a common cause – to strike
emotion into the wanting [...]
An epic battle unfolds
between man and paper
leaving a trail of bloody ink
flowing from top to bottom
swift slashes
ashes the once virgin page
staged with graceful loops and blots
plots of the Flying Dragon Brush style
swept between parallel lines outlined
in calligraphic movements
of brushes Tiger Claw Bristles
moving the page forward
on Frogs Footprint Form
hopping through the canvas
catching flaws with an elastic [...]
Clouds brush the sky
in calligraphic spirals of ink
dripping on origami shaped lands,
which upon impact… Splosh!
forming into droplets of rain.
Off the tips of white lotus heads,
dragonflies skip,
rippling waters once motionless surface,
stirring brush painted koi
resting below.
Lily pads touch,
then float apart again.
Bamboo chimes collide,
lift, and spin on tsunami winds
breath, of an ancient ocean tide.
Outside haiku, brew
on boiling kettles [...]
Missed the alarm
Brushed teeth
Put on clothes
Started car
Raced to work
Four minutes late
Turned on laptop
Logged in
Checked email
Remembered last nights dream
Scary
Mouth dry
Hands dry
Coffee cup empty
Missed the alarm
Why must I compare thee to a star,
when thou shinest brighter than any star I’ve gazed?
How can I relate thee to a prickly rose,
when thine eyes shalt never wilt a mans heart?
I shall not express my love for thee
with metaphors, similes or words direction.
Nor shall any amount of kisses and hugs suffice.
My affection for thee [...]