Category Archives: Poetry

Hanukah Hay(na)ku

The Hay(na)ku form is a six-word tercet, with one word in the first line, and two words in the second line. Syllables are irrelevant. Multiple Hay(na)ku can be chained together.

I thought it would be appropriate to write some holiday-related Hay(na)ku.

Hanukah Hay(na)ku

Candles
flicker; families
sing Maoz Tzur.

Latkes:
With applesauce
or sour cream?

Celebrating
religious freedom:
Twirling toy tops.

Kids:
gelt given
for dreidel playing
becomes
Tzedakah when
the spinning stops.

Poem: Agitate

Agitate

A slightly overweight
middle-aged man
my weapon of choice
is my keyboard.

I write to agitate.

I hope my readers are entertained,
but I also hope their brains
get a little action in the process.
A slight jog,
maybe a few push-ups.
I’m not asking for a decathlon.

Sure, I’d like them
to share in my conclusions,
but I’m not delusional,
so I challenge those who disagree
to sheath their tongues.

(The mouth’s floppy mass
frequently ignores
messages from the skull.)

Convince me I’m wrong
with the written word.

Poem Found in My Drawers

I realize this poem is out of season. Found it on a slip of paper in one of my drawers today.

Explaining Only Ruins It

There’s probably something wrong
with the workings of my brain.

I’ve decided to eat antipasta,
while watching Lon Chaney
on the Sunday following Easter.
I’m not even Italian,
or Catholic.

I am a fan of Victor Hugo, though,
and I like Italian food,
so it seems appropriate.

The Red-Billed Oxpecker

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.

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.

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.