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Another Spring Poem
Another Spring Poem The lawn is filling with tiny flowers, almost invisible like the night’s first dozen stars: violet and sorrel, clover and strawberry, and the white corollas no bigger than commas I have never been able to name. I … Continue reading
NPIYP Day Reminder!!
Just a reminder that National Poem in Your Pocket Day will be held April 27th this year. Only one week to go! What will you be carrying?!
Good and Bad Luck
Good and Bad Luck Good luck is the gayest of all gay girls; Long in one place she will not stay: Back from your brow she strokes the curls, Kisses you quick and flies away. But Madame Bad Luck soberly … Continue reading
Superstition
Superstition I have painted a picture of a ghost Upon my kite, And hung it on a tree. Later, when I loose the string And let it fly, The people will cower And hide their heads, For fear of the … Continue reading
Tax Day Limericks!
Tax Day Limericks!! Love ’em or hate ’em ~ here they are: Tax Day Limericks! Here are neatly turned odes of small span, Much concerned with our bodily plan, And the intercorporeal Highly sensorial Love-life of woman and man. There … Continue reading
Crows in a Strong Wind
Crows in a Strong Wind Off go the crows from the roof. The crows can’t hold on. They might as well Be perched on an oil slick. Such an awkward dance, These gentlemen In their spottled-black coats. Such a tipsy … Continue reading
Imported Days
Imported Days some days, like birthdays, are imported from france, honolulu and bangkok. you stretch them out by minutes and enjoy every piece while buildings bury themselves in the ground. you row in and out of a mailman, a cosmic … Continue reading
Tilly
Tilly He travels after a winter sun, Urging the cattle along a cold red road, Calling to them, a voice they know, He drives his beasts above Cabra. The voice tells them home is warm. They moo and make brute … Continue reading
August, 1968
August, 1968 The Ogre does what ogres can, Deeds quite impossible for Man, But one prize is beyond his reach, The Ogre cannot master Speech: About a subjugated plain, Among its desperate and slain, The Ogre stalks with hands on … Continue reading
A Day
A Day I’ll tell you how the sun rose, – A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran. The hills untied their bonnets, The bobolinks begun. Then I said softly to myself, “That … Continue reading