Category Archives: Poetry – The Stuff of Life

Virgin Verse

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. Oh, I still write Verse, but not putting it here. The reason? The Mags have made very clear: . They want Fresh, virginal, unpublished Poetry; and should I post mine, then they won’t have it. . Oh well, such is the Life; so much is still goes unfair. . I guess Mags want to […] Continue reading →

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~ On Poetry ~

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. . I Write my own Poetry on plain white paper, the ‘Puter won’t do it for me. ~ With a pencil in hand, and eraser effect, I’m a man of the past Century. ~ And, No One will read this, my own Poetry, except for the few friends I have. ~ ~ I am […] Continue reading →

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Present-Day Poetry

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~ I am so angry with present-day poetry, in poetry passing review. ~ When reading the poets of present-day poetry, I’m flummoxed, bewildered, bemused. ~ No rhyme, nor meter; no beating with time. No accentual syllabic to be found in the Line. ~ But then that’s the freedom of Art for Art’s sake in present-day […] Continue reading →

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Recursive Revision

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~ Awake!  Awake! No longer asleep. ~ Awake! from a long night of feverish fit. ~ My head just kept spinning, my body a heap. ~ Awake!  from a long dream I had just had. ~ The lines couldn’t last, and words wouldn’t keep. ~ Awake! from a nightmare that was driving me mad. ~ […] Continue reading →

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The Queen of Hotel Street

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~ Aloha Lou, what will you do on Hotel Street today, ~ but change your clothes and drag yourself on stage for a great display. ~ All the men seated, and formally feted, wearing their blue, brown and gray. ~ While you, Lou, will sell your soul and yourself, as your youth slips silent away. […] Continue reading →

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Why I Write

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~ I write because I have to, the words are in my head! ~ I give them life, however few, rather than staying unsaid. ~ I write because I want to, a ‘have to’ I want to do. ~ There’s nothing else, as I grow old, I’d rather do, instead. ~ Ninety-nine percent, I’m told, […] Continue reading →

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Morning Song

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~ Red sky at sunrise silhouettes trees, where one shadow lists to the freeze ~ inclined to escape the solid space ~ into airy freedom at large. ~ A neighbor’s, it seems, to seek, endeavor, ~ it enamors for that which it longs. ~ And the birds sing along ~ in a cold harbored throng […] Continue reading →

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The Vogue of the Moment

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~ Like the brand new car all shiny and bright, ~ that even its reeks smell with delight. ~ The vogue of the moment to make your mind right. ~ The new car gets ga-raged, special treatment tonight. ~ It’s the brand new thang that’s shiny and bright. ~ The vogue of the moment, for […] Continue reading →

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(Bleep)

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~ Always playing Second Fiddle, and that’s the way it’s been. ~ From beginning ‘till now –      Holy Cow! I guess this must be the end! ~ You had me once, you had me twice –      Never, the Front Row Seat. ~ I was never the dunce      (you thought […] Continue reading →

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The Matrix of Mankind’s Behavior

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~ I don’t understand the workings of people, and I’m quite sure that the Pros don’t even know. ~ Oh, they map some behavior, publish and savor, their findings in journals to show. ~ I’ve read some, studied some, went to school, even majored one, and the pros, I can tell you, don’t know. ~ […] Continue reading →

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The Dark of the Night

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~ I reached for the paper. I’ve nothing to write! it’s still, in the dark of the night. ~ I sit facing neighbor, but there isn’t a light. Something just doesn’t seem right. ~ I needed some paper. I needed to write. No paper.  No light.  No sight. ~ I grab for some paper in […] Continue reading →

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