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Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Photographs And Memories

I Got A Name Bad, Bad Leroy Brown You Don’t Mess Around With Jim Operator (That’s Not The Way It Feels) Workin’ At The Car Wash Blues Time In A Bottle One Less Set Of Footsteps It Doesn’t Have To Be That Way I’ll Have To Say I Love You In A Song -- In appreciation of the music of Jim Croce Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, October 7, 2006

Momentous Decisions of a Long Gone Era

A nickel to spend, A craving to end, Two cousins and me Wanting some candy. Baby Ruth: With caramel, And peanuts, too. Such a sweet smell. Three Musketeers: Malted nougat And chocolate. Which one to get? Choose. Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, October 4, 2006

Righteous Poetry

You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’ My Babe Little Latin Lupe Lu (You’re My) Soul And Inspiration Bring Your Love To Me Just Once In My Life Go Ahead And Cry Melancholy Music Man Stranded In The Middle Of Noplace On This Side Of Goodbye Unchained Melody Dream On Ebb Tide Rock And Roll Heaven Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Counting down from five

To four: More poems penned Before I suspend One more futile try To make a poem fly And three: The Muse’s touch Is not for such As me, You see. Then two. I can’t rhyme Worth a dime, Or produce a single image Without making my reader cringe. Now one: For this humble typer This aspiring writer, Can’t... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 17, 2006

One more. Just for the hell of it.

On Riding a Bicycle for the First Time in Thirty-eight Years The seat’s too damned high And the handlebars are set too low. The warped wheels are misaligned And squeaking parts are rusting away. Notapoet knows he shouldn’t try it. Common sense forbids him. Yet he takes up the gauntlet And dares the... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, September 15, 2006

Prose Poem?

This is the umpteenth version of a college poetry assignment from four years ago. A classmate observed that my attempts at poetry were really prose poems. Maybe you’ll agree when you read this latest (and probably last) version of “Sophia Loren Eyes:” I remember her soft dark eyes, Sophia Loren... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Now it's a poem

Sort of, anyway. This is the “for credit” version of the poem first presented in my previous post. Most of the aspiring poet’s and poet-novelists liked this with only a little nit-picking. The instructor (a twice published novelist) liked it, but with considerably more reservation. I think he gave... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, September 24, 2005

Not a poem...

Not yet, anyway. I had shown up two days late for a writers’ retreat at the North Carolina coast, only to find out that it had been converted into a poetry workshop. Not exactly a happy situation for a guy with so little aptitude for poetry that he refers to himself as “notapoet.” Worse, two days in... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Is this poetry?

Horizon’s mystical land Is but mist shrouded coastline, Dotted with homes and condos. Yet it seems a vast new world, Full of new gods and legends Awaiting discovery. I shall travel there one day, Revel in its strange delights, And stride through hidden new paths. I shall climb unknown mountains,... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Reflections

The earth around me gives proof there is neither black nor white. Reality exists in shades of blue and brown and green, with red and other colors and hues interspersed in splashes that blend and contrast. It seems calm and quiet as I turn about so that aging eyes may observe solitary travelers... Sign in to see full entry.

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