Have you read Irving Layton? I hear he’s fantastic But only his smiles imprint indelible images upon my mind like the detached wing of a fly. Have you listened to Whitman? Do you find him too free with his expression? Have you read Rod McKuen? I hear he’s impressive But only in a single-minded of … Continue reading Midweek Poems – Have you read the poet?
Orange man, orange man where do you go? I’m going out with my girlfriend for dinner and a show. Orange man, orange man what do you do? I’m a cobbler and I can fix any shoe. Orange man, orange man why do we live? To share love and happiness with those to whom we give. … Continue reading Midweek Poems – Orange Man
School time in early autumn the playground is full but the out of bounds fields are more tempting. The field is more tempting and filled with burrs, but the apple tree proves irresistible We race to be kings on the age old tree by claiming the highest branches Power is kept with an arsenal of … Continue reading Midweek Poems – The Apple Tree
I look at this chocolate chip cookie and wonder...what’s inside. On the surface there is hard cookie with only a few chips of personality showing. What potential this cookie must have Look at all the delicious chips What’s inside must be incredible I know it’s there, but how to get at it. If I attack … Continue reading Midweek Poems – My relationship with a cookie
Don’t Fall in Love The rain falls past my light post at night to land sadly on my white canvas shoes The sounds of Genesis emanate from my earphones to vibrate in my ears but fail miserably to change my mood. Person after person walks me by on there busy journey to nowhere significant She … Continue reading Midweek Poems – Don’t Fall in Love
We can sit and stare at each other for hours, but have nothing to say. We can walk happily hand in hand for miles, but she can’t make love to me. We can tell each other of feelings of love, but hers are stronger in the past and mine are in the present...and future. We … Continue reading Midweek Poems – “I Love my Baby, My Baby Don’t Love Me”… R. Johnson
The flames rise to dance anew with the added fodder. Sadness consumes happiness as thoughts feed the flames. Wood to coal to ashes the dance goes on. Thoughts of expectations misleading joy to denial. The flames jump up into the ether their fuel is the air itself. Sad memories linger always feeding on existence and … Continue reading Midweek Poems – Out of Sight Out of Mind?
I’m down With some contemporaries of mood. My favorite pessimists: Kurt Vonnegut, Rod McKuen. love of others, love of self: Intertwined and misdirected! I’m up! Only to the wish of clouds. by M. Perron (Originally written March 7, 1992) Notes: I fondly remember this period as one of great creativity. I was reading and writing … Continue reading Midweek Poems – As I read this
Copernicus Wiffledown was well admired. For it seemed this well to do gent had a generous nature that never expired. Some even called him the Christmas day Scrooge, for his delight in giving was so lovingly huge... by M. Perron (Originally started July 3, 1990... remains incomplete... so far.) Notes: This was one of those … Continue reading Midweek Poems – The Lay of Copernicus Wiffledown
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