Thanks, cav. Look forward to it.
Oops
I meant to say I will pass on posting a poem today as your latest entry left me winded! Powerful stuff...
Edgar
Edgar, I so much enjoy your poetry. It is inspired!
---BumbleBeeBoogie
bbb
Thank you. I always look forward to reading your offerings.
Astute observation, John Redcorn.
The philosopher intrigued
gossamer indeed
sincere, one hopes;
forced-on popes
disturb and intrigue, indeed.
If the sky breaks cheese,
When you're on a windy street;
An ensuing explosion
Then rocks you off of your feet:
What do you bellow at the light:
Good Morning Viet Nam?
What do you cough up on the nurse:
We will get Saddam?
If the pork bellies explode
Will your poor world then implode?
Bury the night in a nightingale's room
Carry the stars in by shovels full
Pack in the soil, let no part escape
Turn no thought to the nightingale's fate
Hail the bakers
kneading bread,
needing bread,
making bread
for those who need.
How is it that the mind unhinged
brings passion, inspired thoughts,
in rapid-fire spurts of winged
Mercurial inspiration,
Coleridge with his Laudanum,
Wordsworth with his Yawn-a-numb,
The poet's path a tough one,
always an observer,
rarely a good earner,
but often imbibed
in the drive to paint
the truth, and the ain't
about the human state
of mind.
(Went to the Toronto Beer Fest yesterday....my thoughts, mildly hungover. A good time was had by all 6 of us.)
a
largesse of mead
will blind the mind
Where shall we meet:
On the vagabond street,
Or in the hills of clay?
How shall we greet:
Reserved, or dancing feet,
Sniff ass and drift away?
Union replete
With onions far too sweet
To sting your eyes of gray?
Should we repeat,
Or enter the discreet
Roll of night against day?
Remember, fleet
Are the dents on your sheet;
Love is a yes away.
Build your walls around freedom;
Build them high and spooky;
And when they morph to prisons:
Thre's no key, smart cookie.
Got a minute to rhyme
Then it's working time
Pardon if I jot and go
Got to make myself some dough
Where has the balance gone?
'Artistic temperment' confessions
from one so close it hurts to think
I should be paid for these sessions.
We have some truly needy and annoying friends, let's say
As I lay sleeping this morning
My girl woke me out of my bed
When I lay sleeping this morning
My girl rolled me out of my bed
When I lay snoozing this morning
My girl shoved me out of my bed
"Ride out on the ridge darling"
Is exactly what she said
I got up and put on my trousers
I already had boots on my feet
I got up and put on my sweater
I already had my spurs on my feet
I got up and put on my sombrero
I already had my brogans on my feet
I saddled my pony went traveling
The morning air smelt mighty sweet
I rode on the ridge all morning
Before I came home to my girl
I stopped on the way at the bunkhouse
To tell the hands I love my girl
I tied up my pony at the bunkhouse window
I saw the hands already knew my girl
I looked in and saw them loving
The one love I had in this whole wide world
I rode back on the ridge a bawling
And herded my cows all away
I came back and burned down the bunkhouse
And I rode my pony away
I threw a rope on the windmill
And pulled it down fore I went away
I said good-bye to my darling
Rode cross the ridge with my cows, hey hey
