Poetry For The Real World

Monday, August 1, 2005

Sovereign Of My Affection

Note: Let me preface this poem by saying that it was one of the minor princes of Kuwait who sent me two commemorative coins that were minted in celebration of Charles and Diana's wedding. Once upon a time, a prince’s gift to me was an image made of you. It was a coin minted for your wedding day. A... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, July 31, 2005

Frank Leaving Kuwait

Let me OUT of here, he thought, when a roach darted across his empty, no-longer room and the maid casually packed his last lamp. Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, July 29, 2005

Out of the BMW

In a pretty park with cold white wine and refreshing little sandwiches you took off your Polished Black Shoes and let the sun shine on your freckled face. Your wings opened, untethered by Heavy Wallet and Dinner Party Obligations. We talked about poems we read in college; about Icarus. At midnight... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Why Ants Never Read D.H. Lawrence

They don’t have scissors, nor long, blonde locks. They cannot slither to inviting troughs. They only read sugar-laid paths; their ant-minds free of human wrath. Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, July 26, 2005

My blog was a mess and I had visitors!

Welcome to the newly cleaned up and streamlined Poetry For The Real World blog! We had a poetry party awhile back and I never washed the dishes or took the old menus off of the table! I invite you to reminisce over some favorite meals and sample some new cooking! Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, July 24, 2005

Joe

Joe is a furry general who stands on my pillow monitoring my breaths to see if they’re regimented or gone AWOL, as when sighed through the soft grass of sleep. My striped guard brooks no variance in the mottled air of my morning dreams, dreamt under skylights streaming with new sun that warms my... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, July 22, 2005

Spiritual Misdiagnosis

What mischief lies in the medicine of so many doctor denizens! Here a smear, and there a twist, diagnosing that rare cyst – not knowing how to instill hope, Or explain the scope of an isotope! Maybe witch doctors have it right that fate and gods are behind each plight! Here a flood, and there a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, July 16, 2005

Ode to Gerard

Thank life for nip and cats’ free will, for ruminations puerile. Thank life for cows and dappled things. Thank God for Manley’s finch’s wings! Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, June 26, 2005

Nature Gone Amok

Shark eats baby because neither can eat fish anymore. Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, March 20, 2005

Nebraska

I miss that time When the snow was falling And I sat backward on the couch Looking out the window Seeing your car parked out back Knowing you were in the bedroom sleeping. Sign in to see full entry.

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