Category: quatorzain
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Song for Her Majesty the Ex
We were legendary, dear, doubt it never King and queen of fourteen-liners and verse Time moves on, yet in the reflection of that moment Printed in books with our names . . . we were great How was it we lost admiration for each other? Competition? No. Complication. Life Got in our way of living.…
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But is it a Poem?
Do they call it a poem? It’s a poem. Does it look like a poem? It’s a poem. Read it. Relish it. Savor it in your mouth Savor it in your ear and in your heart. Does it feel like something real? More than Real? Does it drug you with its puissance? If you cried…
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Spring Apotheosis
another morning you awaken from dreamsand drop into the flow of life’s sluggishriver (trapped on a sandbar of late) andsome wonder about the white waters’ rush,hoping you’ve not seen the last of this inour present life; Some want to run againbefore the race is over, want to huntagain the big game and find love beforethe…
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Poem 74
it’s the time of night – morningfour a.m. I would feed heradminister 11 units of insulinand treasure her while she was here she is gone – the insulin passed onto someone whose dog still needsbut here I am, parsing out foodfor our Sparky and the grand-dog tears won’t wash my soul of thisand I haven’t…
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Challenge Poem #57
what ode can I write of a Monday morningpredawn? seven hours until the guestsarrive, and so much is left undone. wehave prepared this and that – her vacancyhaunting here and there – the gifts are all wrappedand the tree proclaims our celebration: happy birthday, dear saviour, though the datemay be pagan inaccurate, Thy graceshall see…
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Challenge Poem #56 after WWordsworth
Composed Upon a Nameless Bridge, Dec 25, 2023 nothing more fair in darkness has this worldthat we dull of soul pass by daily anon —a sight untouching, missing touch of sununtil morning graces with skies unfurledin truth and beauty clad, painted in cloud-pearledKentucky blue – horses racing, they stunin their purebred pedigrees! and what nonecan…
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challenge poem 39
this may be hard for some to understand;though it seems, it is not suicidalideation: there is sometimes with mean urge, a strong impulsiveness, to die,not for the sake of forsaking life, no!but because curiosity and longingpull me toward that which comes after lifehas gone its course – much, yes, because this lifehas shit itself and…
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poem 40
it’s undiscovered I seek, and unwritten;yet over decades have I learned certainpatience. Life is not forever. O, gods,no! life is far too temporary! weare born to trauma and to traumaebb and flow – and yet, oh yes, and yet! Lifeand wonder and love and joy and pleasurefill our horizons like gardens, orchardsof plenty between seasons…
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poem 38
in the fever dream I am time-blindwandering from confusion to disappointmentis this my reality? I begeither confirmation or denialyet none has grace to answer! though judgementthey have in every shade and tenor. whatsentence they pass, I remain unawaredespite the dreamscape changing horizonsfrom ashen-dead skies to that peculiar tintof blue true to Kentucky indifferencejust before the…
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Challenge Poem #37 Dico! Ergo sum!
I fucking said it, therefore I fucking am!I exist because my voice calls out. Shoutthat you are! Oh, my people, my loves, myglorious friends, call out! The stars long foryour song, that sweet timbre of your yawpingscream of life! let no day pass without yousing to your own soul and that nearest you!whisper if it…
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