Category: My Work
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The Poet & The Teacup
The Poet & The Teacup Poems & Poets Crash! Most passersby see a broken teacup, Broken at least in the eyes of the world. Others pass it by Aware only of its broken-ness And it’s useless-ness. A poet sees it as it was In all its Delft-like glory And tries to mend this broken teacup,…
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Pity the Poet
Pity the Poet All I have are words and wit To ply my trade. A painter toils with canvas and colour, The sculptor has chisel and hammer, A musician has instrument and voice, And all I have are words. Just words. I must make each one work In harmony with its neighbour And wring from…
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The Centre
The Centre I cannot find the centre. With no center I lose my way. A compass may point this way or that But lacking a centre It floats on a sea of stars Where it might point this way or that. Lacking a centre, A compass is little more Than an arrow shaken loose From…
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An Empty Challenge
An Empty Challenge Here! Right now! This instant! Have I made myself clear? You are commanded to make yourself known! Don’t slink and slither into dark places Or wrap yourself in finery and dare the crowd To mock such royalty! Declare yourself! Where do such empty challenges arise And make their way Almost to…
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Some Assembly Required
Some Assembly Required This image erupts In a cascade of puzzle pieces Sliding from the table, All tumbling and struggling To fall into proper place once more. Paint slashes a claw across a canvas To paint the painting, Or hammer strikes chisel To sculpt the sculpture, Or a voice rises to sing the song Or…
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Episode
Episode The gentleman opposite rose to leave And as the doors whispered open., He glanced my way and said: “Reading Joyce on the subway?” One brow raised inquiringly But without mockery or scorn. I looked up from the page, Mentally marking my place. I told him that I was reading it again After many years.…
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Shallow Waters
Shallow Waters I have listened and I have attended. I have tried to follow in your wake, But you speak only words That others feed you Offering nothing of yourself. There is no depth to your replies And they lack consideration or examination. Your words lie flat on the surface, An oil slick of message…
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Not a Sou
Not a Sou In my role as storyteller, I present for you a story. It will cost you little effort And begs not a sou for the trouble. This story asks no more of you Than your undivided attention. A minute? An hour? An eternity? How long can I engage you? I’ll take you to…
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Therefore
Therefore It is dangerous to be left alone When entertaining such maddening thoughts And enduring such grand-mal seizures of fantasy. I might end up anywhere At the whim of a errant synapse. I am not so much concerned for myself, But there may be some collateral damage. Those moments when Some shiny thing catches my…
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Miyagi-san
Miyagi-san In my mind, I am Miyagi-san snatching flies With chopsticks and Demonstrating wax-on wax-off For mysterious purposes. Fragments of buzzing jigsaw pieces Cluster around my face, A maddening widow’s veil Waiting to engulf. I snatch at them To no avail.
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