The line outside The shelter grows Day by day, Week by week. The workers don’t recall A month where numbers Decreased, where less food Was served in this lonely Shelter, one of the few In this forsaken city, This forsaken state. As the unemployed rise, The homeless do. More and … Continue reading The City
A poem, you asked, As if I write By will alone.
I’ll try, I said, Thinking I may Be able to.
But as I sit To think, to write, My vision clouds.
I see no words, Only feeling, But good feeling.
How do I write When I feel good? When … Continue reading By Will Alone
Some Say that Poetry Is dumb, that they Don’t know why people Would write, don’t understand, that there are too many rules, laws, Restrictions on what they Write,(elephant) They Cannot fill form (giraffe) They should just (Duck) Be more Creative (Lion) Just write Their thoughts (hyena) And see what (skunk) … Continue reading Poetry Is Dumb
An entire thoughtless Generation, Gen devo. Punching buttons to do Math, to write, to think. Calculators, Computers Do everything for us. The age of thought, Of philosophy, Of discovery, dying, Quicker than we Grow old; and would like. Scientists discover Supposedly “new” Things, prove and disprove Pluto; don’t accomplish Anything. … Continue reading It Might Be Pigs
Humans are fickle beings, in happiness and sorrow, Sports fandom, marriage, All of life. Loyalty Is a hard thing to find. How are people all over In “wealthy” countries Happy, joyful, when people Are dying, starving sometimes Right under their noses? Some men, married To beautiful women, Are unfaithful. Sports … Continue reading Who Came Before Us