Something quick because I felt like I should.
Jurisprudence
Justice for the poor is
Justice for us all but
Just as we stand still and
Just as we can fall so
Judging those we fear and
Judging those who crawl to
Jail every needy soul
I've been writing poetry since my first regeneration. Feel free to comment on how good or bad you think it is. Some of it is speed poetry which I never used to be able to do and some of you will say I still can't. So feel free to be fair...but always be kind!
Sunday, May 9, 2021
Tuesday, August 28, 2018
Nonesuch 2018 (Aug 28, 2018)
I've written several of these in my life and it's always fun to see what pops out. There's a few interesting references in here if you can find them. Enjoy.
Nonesuch 2018
To the tune of "Diving Into The Wind" By Journalism Ethics There is a curious mantra That's tough to understand For withal there is much That begs to differ If I stand upon the shoulders of giants Will I be able to sea the shore Upon which my sister Sally Sells pickled peppers Or will there always be a way Forward for the breeze to follow Follow, Follow It is 2018 Before a land fall An average year To fell a dove
To the tune of "Diving Into The Wind" By Journalism Ethics There is a curious mantra That's tough to understand For withal there is much That begs to differ If I stand upon the shoulders of giants Will I be able to sea the shore Upon which my sister Sally Sells pickled peppers Or will there always be a way Forward for the breeze to follow Follow, Follow It is 2018 Before a land fall An average year To fell a dove
Tuesday, June 19, 2018
Living (Jun 19, 2018)
I tried to write this as a villanelle and then as a pantoum but this pleiades kept forcing its way out.
Living
Life is ephemeral: Lurking at every turn, Leaking from every pore, Longing to reach a home; Liberating itself, Lifting the spirit up, Lasting beyond all hope.
Life is ephemeral: Lurking at every turn, Leaking from every pore, Longing to reach a home; Liberating itself, Lifting the spirit up, Lasting beyond all hope.
Thursday, December 28, 2017
Grieving (Dec 21, 2017)
One thing I like so much about this form is that when you think it would be limiting because the rules are so strict and the poems short, there are so many interesting things that can happen.
Grieving
Good memories will for get when the heart won't for give and the soul won't for go. When the world has for gotten and none have for given then all is for gone. We all must let go.
Good memories will for get when the heart won't for give and the soul won't for go. When the world has for gotten and none have for given then all is for gone. We all must let go.
Sunday, December 17, 2017
Feeling (Dec 12, 2017)
I've decided to buckle down and finish the Pleides series. So here is the entry for "F"
Feeling
Feasting on the tallest Fasting grass; wingless birds Flying high above the Falling sun; unmanned boats Flowing alone on the Freezing water; we are Forced to live once more with
Feasting on the tallest Fasting grass; wingless birds Flying high above the Falling sun; unmanned boats Flowing alone on the Freezing water; we are Forced to live once more with
Saturday, February 28, 2015
Sorry (Feb 2015)
Just a ditty to pass the time. Been trying to get back into the creative swing,
Sorry
Sorry I’m so difficult
Sorry I’m so weird
I really do love you though
And will never grow a beard
I know I can be difficult
I know life can be hard
But you’ve helped me through so much of it
And I think I like Swiss chard
I promise to keep trying
I promise to never quit
And I will always be there
Even when you read French Lit
So when you feel like crying
So when you’re down and blue
My shoulder will be ready
And my ears will be ready too.
Sorry
Sorry I’m so difficult
Sorry I’m so weird
I really do love you though
And will never grow a beard
I know I can be difficult
I know life can be hard
But you’ve helped me through so much of it
And I think I like Swiss chard
I promise to keep trying
I promise to never quit
And I will always be there
Even when you read French Lit
So when you feel like crying
So when you’re down and blue
My shoulder will be ready
And my ears will be ready too.
Monday, June 16, 2014
Thought (16-June-2014)
I've decided to try and get back in the swing of things by continuing my variation on Movement. This time I went with the Haiku form.
Thought
Stranded mirror lake
Meadow fawn on empty path
Laughing antique bear
Thought
Stranded mirror lake
Meadow fawn on empty path
Laughing antique bear
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