He Wants a Greenie
I don’t love you, idiot!
And I wish you would
Stop!
Just stop!
I know what you want.
So leave me alone.
Your face disgusts me.
What is it about your culture
That leads you to believe
A woman my age
Might want to get plucked
By a young man
In need of a green card?
Recourse
Getting back what’s stolen can take
time,
Stealing back what’s gotten can take
rhyme,
Backing time gets old if your time’s
stuck,
Sticking back gets old when your time’s
up.
Words Too
Another chance to sleep
To dream to wake
Phrases slipping in and out
Red bubbled balloons
Anatomy awards autonomy
Giving getting second place
I shall write forever another day
Limpid pools of chlorine
On the porch of circumstance
Our hostess mostly cupcakes
Everything comes to those who wait tables
Sad story of an almost amoeba
My mother myself my grandma my other grandma
Of all the gin joints in the world
This is the one where I find sobriety
Gloria is god at her highest
Intoxication intones irrelevance insanity
There is nothing like a dime
Call me a cab, you’re a cab, I’m a cab, we can
Can we talk? No I would rather write than be President
For my next number seventeen, now done backwards, neetneves
When the going gets tough, the tough get steak
Adam, Eve and all the other folk who lived in Eden in the year one
I love you, I love you go home and sleep the sleep
Of the just can’t do it can you yes no non si nyet oui
This is the end my friends until we meet again.
Farmers Market Friends
Farmers Markets are the best when I go with you
I know they smile when they see you approaching
“pick me, pick me”
They plead for your attention.
Stone fruits and strawberries
Dino kale and daikon
Bok choy and blueberries
lemongrass and tomatoes
Your touch is tender and careful
you respect their flavors and protect their souls
Infused with passion & love
Your farmers market finds,
Become farmers market treasures.
Irish Poet
Dancing poet
In the air
Luck is fair
Dreams dare
A man or women
As everyone stares
As, the golden one
Dreams endlessly
About his or her loves
And win
The race
One has seeded
Within the
Trace
Of
Irish blood
Ode to Tennessee
My heavens, Tennessee!
How lovely this has all been, to be
Your many women
Lord have mercy on my
Little old pea-pickin soul, I
Love what you’ve given!
I love it. Indeed, I love them all
In different ways of course. I’d call
Amanda a masterpiece
And Blanche a train wreck.
Well, perhaps a streetcar, then, if I check
Myself correctly.
Poor Maggie deserves a mention
I’d have been her had I the intention
Of acting directly.
Oh they are all such joys
Tennessee Williams, your girls and boys
Of the stage.
#24bis – The magical tree
The magical tree
Calls you
In the night
In the darkest night
Of this winter
Endless winter
In the forest
You recognize instantly
The call of this tree
You know this tree
As if you grew
Together
And somehow
You both did
Grow together,
Even though far away
From each other
For too long
After the war end
Grow together
Closer than brothers
It calls you now
Because it’s time
To give you
All the secrets
You must know
To keep moving on
Your sacred path
It is showing you
Its true face
Its magical nature
And all its powers
To change nature
And the world alike
It calls you and you go
Poem24/24 “sLeEp”
Oh! Those sleepless night
Awake waiting for a knight
Hoping he will come at right
When open the light
He will by my side
Wrap in his arms to hide
Oh! Those lovely Nightingale
Humming my favorite song
In this night
I close the light
Think about my knight
Still hoping for tomorrow’s site
I embrace my pillow
As I covered my body with blanket
So cold, so cold, that I didn’t see my knight
Can’t sleep right away
I heard a magical voice play
My favorite hymn sway
I stood up! Run through the window
Hoping the knight was that
Oh! I’ve seen no one but a shadow
Of those stars twinkling my sorrow
Oh! I just dreamt!
Wake me up before I believe!