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...

Frederick Douglas

Frederick Douglas

Like a novel his book does readThree acts: and two so dire!Born with raw intelligence, indeedHe lived on earth as in hell’s fire. Not born a slave, for no one is! Like all, he has the seed of freedom Deep in his heart, nearly buckled, on his knees. But he would not...

Undine Sprague

Undine Sprague

I am slender and pretty and fairSurely, I turned your head and you took note.Do you like what I did with my hair?Don’t make me ask; I don’t like to gloat. I learned that I must pay attentionTo art and books so thatAt dinner parties I can mentionThe latest—though I...

O! Pioneers – Willa Cather

O! Pioneers – Willa Cather

Alexandra and the landDramatically one.The soil: her wedding band.She was father’s favorite among his sons. She saw growth out there where othersCould only see what went on before.Her hands to the crops were mothers;Her days made our nation’s lore. In history books...

Slaughterhouse Five

Slaughterhouse Five

So it goes and so it goes and so and on it goes War then birth then accidents. Then death. Time has earthlings in its throes But events all explode in one breath. Someone trips then someone marries. Another gets a kiss. Out the window over there the fat lady eats an...

The Monster Wants Him Some Love

The Monster Wants Him Some Love

The monster learned to read and to speak. He saw the joy that love can bring ‘til his longing for love began to leak Into others’ horror at his face’s zing. Events in Europe led us to a captain afloat In the Arctic, longing for a friend who’d be dear Not likely to...

Frankenstein – or, It’s not so easy to be good

Frankenstein – or, It’s not so easy to be good

We want so much for a triumph; Life helps us along sometimes. But to hubris God says, “Harrumph! And a hungry ego still climbs. Victor Frankenstein gave his all to science He labored at it hard. Ignoring his love in the balance Until by design he was jarred. At first...

Middlemarch:  A Sonnet

Middlemarch: A Sonnet

In Middlemarch true love emergesAmidst stilted, traditional ways.Force and custom get their dirgeswhen freedom and will are set ablaze. Dorothea, pure of heart,Gave up a legacyFor she could not stay alive apartFrom the spirit she did see In Will. Will’s will, his...

Ahem, Mister Nabokov

You and your Pale Fire Uncle Vladimir has left us something from which we can learn. He penned a book in verse that novel was. And we, the beneficiaries, avoid it at our peril. For in it he tells of teachers, nymphs and wives And utters the thoughts we thought but...