Balzac’s Los Illusions

Balzac’s Los Illusions

Lucien could turn a phraseUntil more than phrases turned on him.Just twenty, he lept to life’s maze,With angelic face and figure trim. Paris with its jumbled ruesOf dames and writers sweet as sucre:Actresses and poets whoseCareers were impoverished or trés lucre. Onto...
Poetic Protest

Poetic Protest

hey don’t want poems to rhyme these daysThinking poetic narrative’s profounderBut words that rhyme have their waysTo plunge to an inside that’s far yonder. There are depths where sense can make a senseNot of logic but of a beat and caress—Where words do more than just...

Job Poem

Job’s so sadI wonder whyWe share our searchWith such a guy. His skin had a coverOf scabs and worms.Sleep would tauntingly hoverBut not take him in her arms. We took the little three lettered nameOf Job, the sufferer, for our worldly jobs.Forgetting that the spirit is...
What a Poem Can Do

What a Poem Can Do

Today is life.  I deserve to experience the bounty of simply being alive.  I can feel the pulse of life ripple through my body wherever I focus my attention. This focus, this attention, this pulse brings me right to where it is best to be.  It is simply...
Blog About

Blog About

These will be my topics: The Sacredness of SexSocial Organizationpower vs. forcerecruitment patterns into gangseffective techniques to remove kids from gangsBeautystructure of creativityarttable manners and productive customs of civilized societyThe Fear Of...
New

New

What is it about new:  new cup, new underwear, new coat, new kitten.  Why do we humans like new?  I guess it is simple:  it is a symbol for re-birth.  After a while all objects, including pets and boyfriends, do now awaken in us a spirit of...

Big God

God is an Artist Who Art in Heaven God is an artist I want him to be He drew all the humans He draws each tree. He got the idea For a high sky above He gave us big brains And the goal of love. God keeps trying To get one of us right He sharpens his pencil To convey us...

Passport to Sanity

There is much control seeking by the one percentAnd much humanity in us ninety-nine others.Since learning all the good stuff can leave us spentLet’s forge a foundry where we can all be as mothers. Now, a mother can be boy or girlAnd can be childless or with a...

Gender Happens

Drawn into the man we areBecause it is from woman that we came.We perhaps arrived here from a starAnd onwards to the unknown becomes our aim. Mother gives us warm assurance.But Father pushes us ready or not outsideHis parenting requires endurance;Hers says that in...

Betrayal

I wanted to write a poem.But my heart got in the way.Much love I thought I’d show ‘emBut illusions I need to slay. I thought we had grown closerIn the solitude of CovidBut as lovers we are posers.It’s to truth I am devoted. When life reveals a friendHas a side that he...