Tagged: poem

Poem: Minor Miracles

Looking at the sun and hearing the yellowrumped warblers I realized conclusively today that all of this Everything is a miracle All this Life Please begin enumerating counting to 300 billion and perhaps When you reach the end of your Time here On yes this miracle of the galaxy You will know the truth like...

Poem: Tubular Tubers

Tubular tubers must propagate rumors of doves in distress emitting foul humors. Now what would inspire this rank impropriety, this cunning indictment besmirching society?   A rift is the answer, a chasm, a cleft, a cleaving, a shearing, a conscience bereft of feeling and thoughts of the popular kind, the ones that come straight out...

Poem: How Can it Be?

How can it be You might wonder in a quiet moment set aside willfully to focus on will, on what you will do and what you won’t and how it always is what you will it to be – yes, during one of those appointments with your soul you might wonder How can it be?...

Poem: Thumbs

Thumbs are what distinguish us from the less important creatures below us on the chain of food. Thumbs are why we eat them and not the other way around. Maybe this explains our fascination, our absence of humiliation our willingness to stare and unwillingness to care for life outside our glowing screens. Some in the...

Poem: The Most Marvelous Thought

The most marvelous thought occurred to me, an occurrence in and through the hollow reed we choose to be.   How preposterously inconsequential you are! Irreducibly irrelevant speck of cosmic flotsam.   Now! (Like the B&B lady in Sheepland). Somehow you feel better. Knowing this. Having this thought occur.

Poem: The Fine Line

Between a reason and excuse A fine line, a filament, a dilettante rope Unfurls and hides. We might not see yet can’t refuse The shades of meaning found in joy and hope. Choose words carefully – That’s the lesson, the lemon, the luminosity. Should you be charged with loquacious verbosity, Sentenced to the slammer, Annealed...

Poem: The Silliest Most Comforting Thought

How terribly awfully blatantly and, one might emphasize, preposterously naïve to envision even for a frivolous moment a world, or a set of circumstances, alternating laws and chances, in which wherein and also everything else you can dream, human beings, people decide to make love the reason for living.   Slilly thought yes. Even sillier,...

Poem: The Abiding Benefit of Employing Servants

Employing a staff, you see, Betters all mankind, not just me. Look, the man who drives my car Was born unlucky, not a star Like me and Angie, Anne and Mike, All us worthy of your thumbs-up “like.”   Meet the girl who cleans my home: Born unlovely, brownish gnome With moles unsightly, hair unkempt, She’s never...

Poem: Slow Down

Every day Seems to be Quicker than me Faster than I prefer to go   Every day Melts away Chocolate ice cream cone Under Hawaiian sun   Gotta slow down Slow down Gotta be here right now Gotta be in the moment now and then   You will find delight my friend You will not...

Poem: Too Many Books

Too many books Not enough readers Too many poems Not enough heeders   You say you want answers You say want leaders You pray for salvation At the Church of St. Peter   Ask for forgiveness Ask and repent Ask for an ending To ongoing Lent   Something like calm Something like grace Something to...