I found this poem in my drafts folder. I wrote it back in January of 2011.
The Red-Billed Oxpecker
She builds her nest
with energy
she plucks
from the souls
of her co-workers.
The Red-Billed Oxpecker
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Category Archives: Poetry
Poem: Purely Metaphorical
Here’s another poem I recently found in my archives.
Purely Metaphorical
I browse the brickyard
For the appropriate projectile
To hurl at the subhuman
Demagogue demonstrating
His lack of a brain
bright enough
To enlighten an electron.
Poem: Dangle
The blog has been post-free for a bit too long, so I thought I’d share a poem I recently wrote.
Dangle
The argyle sweater worn
by the King Charles Cavalier,
belonging to the wife
of the Chief of Police,
steamed
in the noon-day sun,
as he was led through the park
by an intern,
doing his duty.
Plans for November
I plan
to participate
in the November
Poem-a-Day challenge
at Poetic Asides.
I won’t
post every
poem here,
but I’m likely
to post
several of them.
I do assure
all my readers
that I recognize
the difference
between a poem
and prose
with linebreaks.
Elimination Rounds
Janet Kuypers, editor of Children, Churches and Daddies, performed my poem “Elimination Rounds” at a recent Chicago open mic.
The poem appears in the May issue of the magazine.
Spring training is almost over
A gogyohka written today from a 3-word challenge
Swing
The waitress
put charcoal
in the ballplayer’s coffee
hoping to add fire
to his game.
Valentine’s Day 2010
This poem was written two years ago, and posted here.
Inspired by PoemBlaze, I am reposting it for OpenLinkNight
Disclaimer: If a reader assumes a poet performed the actions described in a poem, they are reading on a far too literal level.
Valentine’s Day 2010
The hacksaw
with its layer of dried red frosting
I tossed into the lake.
The body parts
I hid inside long term storage
at the airport.
In silent mutterings
I practiced the patter
I’d give to the police.
She deserved it.
She had used her nails,
painted blood-red,
to scratch my crown.
She didn’t appreciate
my lubricious friction.
Big words for a whore.
Her last.
Dinosaurs and Poetry
Below are some humorous comics from Dinosaur Comics.
On Sonnets
On Free Verse
Quoting the artist on his philosophy concerning sharing:
“Man, comics are meant for sharing! TOTALLY GO FOR IT. You don’t need permission to post the comics on your site or anything like that.”
The Mess
Poemblaze challenged me to compose a poem using three particular words. Can you guess which ones?
The Mess
The baby’s diaper
attained the shape
of an igloo.
The exasperated mother
defenestrated
the mess, aiming at
the Westboro Baptists
on the front lawn.
Calmly, she applied
talcum
to the baby’s bottom.
Children, Churches & Daddies accepts two of my poems
Submitting poetry on a regular basis, as my New Year’s Resolutions included, works!
I submitted a few poems to Children, Churches and Daddies earlier this week, and they’ve accepted two of them.
They appear now online for your viewing pleasure, however, the magazine also has monthly print editions, and they will appear in the May and June issues.