test poem

this isn’t really a poem

but it is a test

to see if I know how to do this…gabbish?

Harvey Schwartz again…

ps I tried joining the group but it said closed.

Am I too late?

Or are tech ignorant poets on lakes in N. Idaho being discriminated against?

Harvey

Whooooo eye am…

Hello Everyone, (if there is an everyone out there)

I am a poet who is not a techy…not too hard to imagine.

And, I am at small lake cabin in North Idaho on vacation trying to figure out a way to do the marathon.

I figured out how to make my iphone a hotspot so that I can access my computer. Yeahh!

And here I go into the great unknown…if anyone sees this…Hallelujah with cherries on top.

It means I figured something else out.

Harvey Schwartz

normally from Bellingham, WA

23

No one can see

this world but me

where aging stops at 23.

And if my body does contest

I yell at it – Don’t be a pest!

For what is more of who you are

is if you can be more than sure

that boring lives and silly talk

belong in garbage heaps of thought.

And if you think this not as real

then walk the plank of life in jail.

Dead man delivered in the mail.

Racing forward – human snail.

The only thing we pass along

Our vibrancy – unique song.

May

1. My mother.

2. Dressed well in a dignified way.

3. Loved to sing.

4. Knew right from wrong.

5. Born under the sign of Cancer.

6. Died of Cancer.

7. Pretended to care about sports.

8. World class cook in tiny kitchen.

9. Pillar of the family – like her mother.

10. Dignified.

Overlooking the Lake

Sitting on a bench

notebook in hand.

High pitched and fast talking kids

birdlike, chatter all around the lake.

Human chickadees.

In the water they churn like piranhas.

Their older versions move slowly like herons

in the woods and have calm sounds

and gentle ripples when they swim.

And I’m lost in my head

at Lost Lake because

I’m supposed to be home

writing about a location

for the poetry marathon.

 

The Totem

I am new to this planet

from a race older than earth.

Ancient technology translates

to your simplistic language.

Your liquid totem

is served in cups

and smells deep, earth like.

Many add milk from cows

and often sugar.

Then your brain waves alter

and do what you call

the hokey pokey.

This totem greets you

mostly in the mornings.

But not so much at night.

I don’t understand

why you don’t bow down to it?

Mixtrynki Verstrunkaz Xxkliytrer

 

 

Pinnochio Loves Pistachios

But when he eats them

his nose grows long.

And though he fights

his appetite.

His nose grows longer

into the night.

Geppetto cries

inside a whale.

But a tickling feather

saves the day.

What we learn

from fairy-tales

is known to us

and really clear.

Don’t eat pistachios.

Stay out of whales.

And watch for fairy’s

everywhere.

 

 

 

 

 

No Dearth of Death

Birds diving
catch my eye.
towards my window
from the sky.

What pulls them
like a magnet there?
To their demise
Is it fear?

I try to watch,
impassively
but look aside
can’t help but care.

I wonder at the
news today
bombings, killings
lives are sheared

And why it happens
who’s to gain?
While birds slam
into reflections.

 

Almost There

Bleeding knees

are better than

a bleeding heart

I tell myself

once more

as if this time

it will help.

And once again

I stumble

until finally

I reach the tunnel.

And once again

there is another one

just beyond.