Personal Poetry

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Saturday, June 2, 2007

A Meeting

A Meeting Did we meet some time before In shadows or in mist, In that sinking somnolence of time Where lazily lovers kissed, Where hand clasps hand in oozing mud? The insects' hum we feel In shaking thrust of making life Through life on which we kneel. C. P. Klapper Copyright © 2007 by C. P. Klapper Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Just going through old newspapers from March

And found some hideous attempt at imitating the poetic style of Dr. Seuss ("Cat in the Hat", "Green Eggs and Ham", "How the Grinch Stole Christmas", etc.) and just composed my own reply to all such attempts in the future: To a Reporter, Forbidding Seussifying Please spare US the attempt Where you... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, May 14, 2007

On the Train To and From an Interview at GS

Strange the passage into day When so long in the night Each turn of wheel seems oh so slow And distant is the light Through the tunnel of dismay A glimmer and a sound Raise high the hopes that do not know But failure in every round. And yet, if now I've reached the end It would be a cheerful spot... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, April 14, 2007

Sonnets for the Spanish, No. 45

Marooned Am I marooned on distant heartless land A cold and barren place bereft of thee Surrounded by an ocean dry with sand Which drowns all sailors trav'ling on that sea Who only could be saved by water's flow From thine own gentle self to quench the thirst Of all of those around you – I can't go... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, April 13, 2007

Proposed Amendment to the U. S. Constitution

The subject of my letter to the editor has been a longstanding one with me, so I have collected the various constitutional reforms I have advocated for well over twenty-five years into a draft version of what I would propose as a constitutional amendment. The underlying issue is the re-establishment... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Letter to the Editor finally printed today!

Now we see what sort of reaction it gets. This link should get you to where my letter starts, the second letter on that web page, if you are signed in. Registration on washingtonpost.com is free. I have been really busy, so I have not had a chance to respond to the brouhaha over my critique of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, April 3, 2007

Keep an eye on The Washington Post, Letters to the Editor

They say they are considering a letter of mine for publication. It has to do with political science. Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, March 31, 2007

Forgetful Times, reposted for Nautikos

Forgetful Times There was a time, or have I forgot, when memory of history, at least of our own, informed our lot... When the deeds of Decatur were remembered as his words, in answer to a bandit religion passing the plate with swords... When only Folly would spurn the name of the Great Emancipator,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, March 25, 2007

room

Room When she walks across the open floor It's like a dream I see atop my perch Another windmill here toward which I tilt I pile high my stack of errant dreams Implausible built on top of impossible And yes I have been just that Riding a giant I have constructed To disarm his sweeping limbs But my... Sign in to see full entry.

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