Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
Madness of March
Drama happens
whether we notice or not
while some admit being pissed
their TV routine gets pre-empted
by stupid stupid basketball
yet the games have now been unleashed
and soon we all discover
color schemes rarely seen
coaches in suits that just gleam
athletic gumption unrivaled before
from schools we are soon to adore
along with fans that already do
who bring passion of hope to be felling
big conference powers that be
in a madness that happens in March
for CBS but not NBC
as we pine for that beating of buzzer
with a shot past the arc for 3
and players piling in mayhem
over slaying Goliath which brings
life to their childhood dreams
that we seek as if air to breathe
for to experience vicariously
all the drama as it happens
whether we notice or not
and with so much fresh inspiration
someone tell me, how could we not?
Dew Drops
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early today
when it’s hard to decide
whether to stay in bed
or get up instead
and go outside
there is a part of me
that already knows
plan as I might
all the time just goes
somewhere far
away from here
and that one chance I had
up and disappears
like a wispy wet cloud
of dew drops and tears
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From a Brainstorm
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just like any other day
playing online
@ http Howard’s living room
it could be
discussing to caption a photo
or not
in a way
it is everything!
posted every time before
both perspectives valid
in the right
certainly not wrong
to be heard
impelled to respond
implored to explain
insert statements reiterated
and materializing to view
a familiar design
echoing contentious exchanges galore
religion
abortion
politics
gay people marrying
fracturing off at angles
threading into unrelated items
or uncontrollably summoning
that reference to Hitler
framed in righteous indignation
of wishing the best for all
ultimately
as we wield our human frailty
with gestures of respect
each in different ways
leave out letters of a word
not capitalizing a name
yet self-centered we all remain
ignored we often claim
passive
aggressive
veiled intimidation
plausible deniability
and still a value is sustained
inspiring our return
to play online again
just like we did the time before
as each new day recalls
that eternal springing hope
we felt the very first time
we happily discovered
Howard’s brilliant turn of phrase
that up to us, is what it is!
and dipped our bashful toes
in the pool of his virtual world
where we now come play online
like so many other days before
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Today
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seemingly insignificant questions linger
delicately
amid all else happening
as day upon day slams past
despite our failing effort to fully grasp
how simple everything really is
like how relatively fast the ice is melting
and how often fresh oil is needed in the car
or why I can’t part with an impression
I developed when I was a kid
of a dream girl who actually lives in my dreams
by showing up every now and again
even though I’m beyond that by far
as if something that I never did
might somehow render the glorious scenes
I have in fact quite consciously lived
not as real as I know that they are
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Late Last Night
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Sleep can be
slippery
to grasp
in amounts
desired
for the healing
a body does
while at rest
because
activity
of the day
consumes
hours at a time
leaving
morsels
for what have you
until the night
overtakes
and the slide
past that bedtime
whizzes by
once again
.
Relative Something 