Tag Archives: Poet

D-Day

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…. Day Lilies bloom       in Central Virginia   Overnight       round the sixth day             each June. ~ So sudden their sight As that seen at night   When Fireflies       compete             with the moon. ~ Essential […] Continue reading →

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Age-out

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~ So long there good neighbor,       My once would-be friend.   I’ll never see neighbor again.   As age-out advances       It changes the chances   That neighbors can ever be friends.   Gone is the good day       Where friendships will stay   Forever on ever on […] Continue reading →

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whitespace

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    when winter steps in the air becomes thin sunshine creeps into the forest ~ the blackbirds will come they have it their run no one there now will dare protest ~ life has all gone! it followed the sun none in the wake but what dearest ~ the blackbirds don’t care as strangers […] Continue reading →

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Shadow Play

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    ~ A shadow    shows     A shaky figure;   A bird   above     Impedes the flight   Of light     That flows         In rays below,   And falls about         Upon us there,   My dog and I,     With […] Continue reading →

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Ode to the Common Man

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~ Here’s to the Day!     (the only Day) The few,      if at all any, will have. Old men wear school caps, aside from their naps, Remember the Nothing that might’ve been Something – Making Hay     is just Memory         Salve. ~ This One’s     for […] Continue reading →

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Myth of Cronos

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~ When Cronos     Dethroned His Father from seat,   He sat at     The same spot The Pater had sat.   Ouranos, in turn,     Reverted to speech:   “Look what you’ve done,     My favorite son.   The breach you entreat Shall only repeat.   Bewrought in all wrong, […] Continue reading →

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Just The Poet

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Just The Poet I’m just the poet; A real simple man. Humble disquiet Pours forth, From hand. None there Dare read me; Nor me, Understand. I’m just a poet, With words In my pen. No one Reads poetry! Lest, the poet Be dead. Somewhere, Someone, Sometime had said. Well… This one’s A short one. Not […] Continue reading →

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Der Üntermensch

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~ Here is a story     that needs to be told: Eternal Recurrence,     gets lost in the fold.   This story begins     at the end of a war, the war we would win,     before would be more.   As spoils go to victors,     the mantle was […] Continue reading →

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Many’s The Moon

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~ And Sixty-Seven Ended much different,   A difference from whence it began. Ed was a cousin;    Ed was a friend;   And we never saw Edward    again.   One decade long in the life of one man, Is not so much long to the span.   But that’s where and what We […] Continue reading →

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Graffiti

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~ In public bathrooms,       The washing machines,   We find here the fossils       Where Others have been:   The instants of imprints       From some human scene;   Shards of the nonce when       Some human scene   Were once things,       but […] Continue reading →

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Coven

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The wagons, encircled,       the gates have been drawn.   Unless a devotee       it might turn out wrong.   All bits and pieces,       at one time, a song.   I used to be out there,       but didn’t belong.   Now, I’m back inside – […] Continue reading →

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A Misnomer’s Scene

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~ “I’m so pleased to meet you.” “Oh, we’ve met before. But that’s all right, it happens galore.” Then they look and they try to recall, but get stuck; and they won’t say a thing anymore. ~ Why only today, I went to a store, to pick up an item on order. “So, what is […] Continue reading →

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Palindrome

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~ Ah Life Sweet Life Profound Occurrence Abundant Recurrence Eternal Endurance Thus Is So As Life Will Last Long Long Last Will Life As So Is Thus Endurance Eternal Recurrence Abundant Occurrence Profound Life Sweet Life Ah ~       ©2014, Marvin Welborn 05 April 2014  

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Changing of the Guard

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…. She was fifteen, he, twenty-one, to me, an exceptional difference. He was just back from Nam and she had exceptional preference.   Hell! it couldn’t be wrong her being so young; besides, himself was twenty-one. Dark secrets come slowly undone.   ‘Twas the age of the Sixties, though Seventy, young; the past can not […] Continue reading →

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