Muscles Quip

June 26, 2017

I confess

My prowess is

To wait & to watch &

To wit  if fate slips me a quip

Take a sip & reassess then readdress

The matter  no later than  now

 

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A W A Y

May 16, 2017

Sudek

photo credit: Josef Sudek (“the poet of Prague”)

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They some time may say/ Time  dwindles  away/

I  say   swindles.

 

-gray r. melvin (“the poet of vague”)

L I M E

May 8, 2017

I’m  ripe  with  dereliction

My repast  still  strewn out before me

I’ll lap seeds from fruit eden fronts me

Though I’ll stick slow to my sloth….

To my depiction

 

CRECHE SHEPHERDS

April 8, 2017

An imaginary friend, a French kid, he calls

(They  call  the  wind  mistral)

All the Northern winter wind..mistral.

En Francais, one says, Eventhough  baby  jesus…

Creche shepherds are threatened by mistral.

They hold on to their hats, insteada solomnly go

Doffing their fuckin desert chapeaux.

 

mistral

 

 

CREATIVE RIDING

May 13, 2016

I’m fine with pining for  somewhere else

I’ve not got a trace of sense

To embrace the opened present tense

 

Zen  izn’t  happenin’.

The lines seem long,  tho’

DREAMLAND   boasts  “the most creative rides”,

So Go!

 

There I take my place

Stare off into space

PLAIN

May 8, 2016

 

I just thought of this

I go to a florist

I’ll ask her

Is it daisies or dahlias (or asters),

Which bunch do they

(I’ve a hunch)  best convey

My perplexed P.O.V…

“I’ve no control/On how it will roll”?

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I’d get such a look

From the florist  who’d  jest

“I’ll check in my book”.

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I’d get daisies.  They’re best.

An honest, plain face is best.

Anonymous, I attained from  anonymous tests

DAWN’S ON ME RHYME

January 21, 2016

I’d say of me   I’m savvy.

I’d say  that plea  “C’est la vie”,

&  Mash the rest  w/gravy

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I could conclude  at dark’s end.

I’d sharpen that plea, for

“..Aussi  une  nuit  noire”,

& Watch the rest  w/ “save me”

 

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Noting  that  nothing

At  all,

That  that, et al.

Isn’t  silly

As any  owlish couch pillow,

Watching yr. self-taught  bits,

When one ought to  sit on it.

It does  despite a dozen days & nights

Matter/ what I heard  at least

& what’s more  Before peace

Can come  & stay

Whiskey’ll have to hold out

&  I’ll hold on for some more memory

I’ll wait out dark matter  stalling

& Staying dark

I’m sayin  mark my wordspill

I’m still falling

into love

THE WAITING

February 22, 2014

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I couldn’t keep my shirt on

I actually had a hand at the door

I wouldn’t wait for the EKG guy

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The express lines were full up at the IGA.

So was the cart in front of me, the one in my way.

My body required liquids  I needed to buy.

& me, I wouldn’t wait for the EKG guy

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My car needed work (I see I did too, OK?)

Ever  still again, Time stalled & would stay.

Never, “Our time is up for today”

I’d bet Time’s  a fleeting debt, not a gift.

I about bolted  but my Ford’s on the lift.

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You’d think a man with wait issues

Would shy away some

From a long-distance love, he could only see some.

How he’d wait & wait for  her laugh on the phone

How he’d wait & wait for  her letters to come

How he’d wait & wait for  liaisons  alone

How he’d wait & wait for  a time all their own.

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.Artwork  “The Waiting”  kindly loaned by Christian

http://chriseastmids.deviantart.com/