~ No one reads poetry, lest the poet be dead. ~ Somewhere or someplace, I heard that once said. ~ This poem’s a short one. ~ It’s not very long. ~ By the time you are here, it’s done! ~ And I’m gone. . . . [Revised 03 March 2012] ©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2011
Fiery, fiery, likened the charge, four hoof-beats will change the size of the man. The circle will shrink, but the ring enlarge, enclosing a score on Custer’s last stand. Solo each kill that builds into clusters; all fallen the men, the army of Custer’s. Violence will grow with personal skill— and […] Continue reading
. There’s an old song that goes something along the lines about being a hero, and you’re not supposed to be aware of it. . I suppose that would be true of everyone. . I know your life wasn’t perfect, who’s is? But if everyone followed your example, what then? . Sure, you’ve got the […] Continue reading
~ Today was an interesting Monday, maybe the last for a month and a day. Most Mondays are not nice anyway – least, that’s what I hear some people say. ~ I’m retired, so everyday is Monday. A Tuesday through Thursday’s the same. Friday and Saturday are still days of fame. But Sunday’s still Sunday, […] Continue reading
~ The birds all fall into accolades, on the mornings of Central Virginia. ~ Colorful chorals that can escalade – pro forma, concerti, eudaimonia. ~ On and on, no stoppage of song, way long after morning’s forgotten. ~ All in all, a sound, a melodious funk; as it rises […] Continue reading
Thin wisps, like smoke, that fly from the fire, a mist late at night, broken down, but higher, flies past the face of a moon I desire. Deep in this night two bodies aspire – Venus and Luna, in search for a fire. Between we three, an army expires – It’s Robert […] Continue reading
. It is said of the Rocky Mountains, from its summit, you can see a hundred miles. . But I have lived here for so long that I see nothing. . It is also said you should never invite a grizzly to your picnic, but again, I’ve never known them to wait for invitations. . […] Continue reading
– A willow stands upon this land, an antiquated tree. How old you ask – I cannot say, but older than are we. – I met this tree when I was young a boy of maybe three. And even then it was beyond a score or more than me. – Now, many of years have […] Continue reading
– A dime for a dozen when the weather is frozen, on thirteen snowflakes to fall. Yes, I count ’em all! – It’s supply and demand, if you give a damn. It’s Eekonomics – so Buy, Put or Call. – I’ll bet on your failure, I’ll hedge on success; I’ll wager the sailor kills an […] Continue reading
~ I hold in my hand a leaf of the maple, dropped twixt a Summer and Fall. It’s colors have changed to red, green, and orange. None others to be found here at all. […] Continue reading
– An advANT of ANTs have moved in my house, though none of them mine nor that of my spouse. – Now I’m in accordANTs with being quite fair, but these tiny creatures, my welcome they wear! – With total defiANTs and surprise they appear, my alimANTs, I know, are the reason they’re here. […] Continue reading
. . I want to write, but how do I start? The guy in the back says: ‘’Go!’’ When I hit on the gas the whole engine halts; so maybe I should have gone slow. . Restart Restart Come-on start over. . There’s a flaw in the flow somewhere. I stand in the way of […] Continue reading
. All the world is faire and joyous! when all is working out fine. All the stars are aligned! Dear Life is symmetrically squared. All the clocks are clicking away, and all is befitting design. It’s a perfect, mechanical, and functional plan. Such bliss! in so much harmony – the world is all too grand! […] Continue reading
– El Soda-Pop Cid is a mighty Kid! and Warhol knows him quite well. . From the days of yore in America mon, right after a war (oh just pick a war! any old war!) el Cid turns into an icon. …….. Pop is the pop you’ll like alot turned anyway around. . A jingle […] Continue reading
I still can recall the story, now old, as clearly as just yesterday. For context however, and it to be told, I must go back into time – What year this all was, I can’t say. I was merely sixteen, still young, a teen, inclined rather deep in a young man’s own way to […] Continue reading
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