love true we traveled through the pathway of love good better best warts and all endure
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
Cosmos God created Infinite space outer rocks Stars ever in motion. Boundlessly vast yet crowded
This is the lair of the landlady She is a raw voice loose in the rooms beneath me. the continuous henyard
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
let go and enjoy the moment day in the life kind– then let go of that moment and move on to the next one without anticipation and so on – and since you do not know what the future holds...
Unbiased at least he was when he a… Having never set eyes on the land… Between two peoples fanatically at… With their different diets and inc… “Time,” they had briefed him in L…
It will not always be like this, The air windless, a few last Leaves adding their decoration To the trees’ shoulders, braiding… Of the boughs with gold; a bird pr…
Not quite four a.m., when the rapt… strikes me from sleep, and I rise from the comfortable bed and go to another room, where my books ar… in their neat and colorful rows. H…
My stick fingers click with a snic… And, chuckling, they knuckle the k… Light-footed, my steel feelers fli… And pluck from these keys melodies… My paper can caper; abandon
A Petrarchan Sonnet So refreshing, the scent of lavend… So clean, so pure, so invigorating The autumn evening breeze softly b… The velvet sky shines in regal spl…
six weeks cold morning twilights the sun lazily rising sleeping-in in mind second month day two
Lord Strawberry, a nobleman, collected birds. He had the finest aviary in Europe, so large that eagles did not find it uncomfortable, so well laid out that both humming birds and snow-b...
Scatterghost, it can’t float away. And the rain, everybody’s brother, won’t help. And the wind all these… flying like ten crazy sisters ever…
Take Me Brother gods Zeus Poseidon Hades of the sky the sea the underworld convened at twilight at the Mount Quite puzzled at near dawn
Chaucer, Langland, Douglas, Dunb… brother Anons, how on earth did yo… without anaesthetics or plumbing, in daily peril from witches, warlo… lepers, The Holy Office, foreign…
Beating Heart A red rose with petal chambers and… Center of life in all of God’s ch… All creatures on planet earth... h… Does the simplest job... pump danc…
rubicon sitting here in my white rocking chair on the porch of a new century plus old house
My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hum… equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there t… Here the clam deep in the speckled…
Ides of March battle wearied stressed home bound crossed the rubicon said the die is cast foreboding river stood still
trinity of love a trinity of love the creator father from the genesis first person
“Which of these films was Dirk Bo… not in? One hundredweight of bauxi… makes how much aluminium? how many tales in ‘The Decameron’… General Studies, the upper sixth,…
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
It seemed an unlikely match. All… grinding its teeth in a plastic sl… nose-down from a hook in the darkr… under the hatch in the floor. When… it knocked back a quarter-pint of…
Let others pray for the passenger… the dodo, the whooping crane, the… everyone must specialize I will confine myself to a meditat… upon the giant tortoises
Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or… To do a dull thing with style is p… To do a dangerous thing with style… Bullfighting can be an art
Between Westminster and sunstruck… The desert has entered the flea’s… Like shut—eyed half—submerged Nil… The buildings tremble with breath. The mirage of river is so real
Hand in hand Hand in hand Many a road to walk Many a beach to stroll Many more trails
I tripped on my shoelace And I fell up— Up to the roof tops, Up over the town, Up past the tree tops,
DARK Angel, with thine aching lu… To rid the world of penitence: Malicious Angel, who still dost My soul such subtile violence! Because of thee, no thought, no th…
Whose woods these are I think I k… His house is in the village, thoug… He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with sn… My little horse must think it quee…
one more breath flick worries away we earned to live one more breath laughing at ourselves ***
‘Fred, where is north?’ ‘North? North is there, my love. The brook runs west.’ ‘West—running Brook then call it.… (West—Running Brook men call it t…
Bring me to the blasted oak That I, midnight upon the stroke, (All find safety in the tomb.) May call down curses on his head Because of my dear Jack that’s de…
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her whit… and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and str… I stand and watch her until at len…
It is the first mild day of March… Each minute sweeter than before, The redbreast sings from the tall… That stands beside our door. There is a blessing in the air,
Come with me into the field of sunflowers. Their faces are burnished disks, their dry spines creak like ship masts,
El poniente impecable en esplendor… quebró a filo de espada las distan… Suave como un sauzal está la noche… Rojos chisporrotean los remolinos de las bruscas hogue…
winter wind then love comes along brought by the warm winter winds to dance with your soul forlorn moments of your day
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
Lamb’s Book Of Life The grim reaper there at the door At all times 24/7, evil stoic Sa… He knows all humans are mortal wil… Sooner later they die sooner bette…
Silence ...by Jess Gopez-guest poet... Some things unsaid Best they remain The silence blossoms
loving sardines... ode to St Pete… the sun kisses the moon along a serene trinity road to a congress of sardiniers cold naked white landscape gone
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
Why should I let the toad work Squat on my life? Can’t I use my wit as a pitchfork And drive the brute off? Six days of the week it soils
I see you drinking at a fountain w… blue hands, no, your hands are not… they are small, and the fountain i… where you wrote me that last lette… I answered and never heard from yo…
On a summer morning I sat down on a hillside to think about God – a worthy pastime.
nature surprises sunsets come and go yes wonders are always there no two days alike from her seasons of the year
Once upon a time, You and all your kind lived undern… Had ridges for ribs that dropped o… As if an excavation crew were hire… And while the world above you inve…
first flight beautiful to see from a seasons garden nest a poet fly out ***
Merlin In French Quarter Continual feast my seventy fifth Not many you see beyond sept-decen… With family once voodooville twice… Remarkable birthday celebration tr…
cold moon embers yes over and over again to life engage in the things you love renew
A Life Affair a love affair We live. Respire. And believe.
Far... far away far... I hear and I drink The sweet songs of the cosmos The ambrosia the nectar The seasons of the universes
Whether he will go on singing or not, knowing what he knows of the horror of this world: He was not wandering among meadows all this time. He was down there
I was a bum in San Francisco but… to go to a symphony concert along… and the music was good but somethi… audience was not and something about the orchestra
Eternity Eighty five years old Seem to be not much at all For the celebrant Eighty five years old
The pursuit of light is a pilgrima… A resolute march towards gilded ho… To follow the sun is to chase cons… To linger for brilliance unbroken. Yet, even the sun is not endless.
A Petrarchan Sonnet The scent of citrus rides the morn… As golden light slips through the… And dances on the dew the meadow w… A hush of hope is whispered everyw…
“O who can ever gaze his fill,” Farmer and fisherman say, “On native shore and local hill, Grudge aching limb or callus on th… Father, grandfather stood upon thi…
