Monthly Archives: April 2009

NaPoWriMo 2009: Poems 12 & 13

haiku and tanka can be an easy way to catch up when I’m behind.

The office window
reveals grey and rainy skies.
Springtime Monday blues.

Beer and pizza somehow
suffices – gets me to lift
heavy boxes, if
friendship’s in the equation.
Elsewise, you can forget it.

NaPoWriMo 2009: Poem 10

Here’s a poem I wrote several years ago, but which is appropriate for posting today.

Annual Confusion

Every year
if I wish to observe
the holidays my religion mandates
I must use up valuable vacation days
while my co-workers
are granted their religious holidays
for free
because they’re the state-supported ones.

This year
one of mine happens
to coincide with one of theirs
and I guess I’m supposed to be happy
but I must be difficult to please
because I find myself reading
and rereading the first amendment
and remaining
remaining confused.

NaPoWriMo 2009: Poem 9

A Comparison

The shape of Van Gogh’s beard
is similar to mine,
and I notice
his forehead bare,
though he may have had more hair on top.
His nose, as he painted it,
appears large,
but I’m not the best judge of my own
as I usually see it
topped with glasses
which obscure the size.

I have two ears.
Van Gogh did too,
until he cut one off.
I don’t intend to do that,
but I would dye my hair red
if it meant
people would worship my poetry.

NaPoWriMo 2009: Poem 8

Second Thoughts

I flew my avatar over the ocean
and told the program
to stop flying.

As I walked the seabed
I wondered
what good is a virtual life
you can’t end?

NaPoWriMo 2009: Poem 7

(based on another photograph from the LIFE collection, but the photograph should be unnecessary.)

Sweet little girl playing by a pond
for Mark Twain

The body of water
is correctly described,
and the individual
definitely appears little,
and girl-like.
I might accept these
as ‘established facts,’
but how did the photographer
know she was sweet?

NaPoWriMo Poem #6

(The below poem was written at the end of March as well, but there are now two poems I have written that I am not anxious to share on the blog, so I am posting this as a replacement. Slight revision of my mission. I will write 30 poems, and post 30 poems, but they might not be the same poems.)

Reading a Page at Random from a Bookshelf

Action rightly renounced,
and action rightly performed
bring freedom, both better
than inaction. But Krishna
doesn’t tell us
action wrongly performed
leads to war in Iraq
economic collapse
and inappropriate dinner conversation.

Why does my mind begin
with the beauty within
The Song of God
and end on well-worn paths
filled with anger pent up
over eight years spent down.

Why am I still chased by Cheney
Javert-style through this mental sewer.
Where is Victor Hugo to rescue me
from my misery?

NaPoWriMo 2009: Poem 5

Looking for Loopholes in 5-7-5

Forbids consumption of blood
with flesh. But alone?

Leviticus six
forbids blood from animals,
as well as birds.

Human blood appears
neglected. No benefit
can come from corpses,

but if it can find
a living human willing
to offer their neck

may the vampire drink
and not be guilty of sin?
Only heaven knows.

NaPoWriMo 2009: Poem 4

In Style

When one decides
to jump off a roof
it’s important
to do it in style.

A coat with tails,
top hat,
and cane
are required.

Find a photographer
to capture the moment
for posterity.

When it is time
hold your head up high
and make it good.
You’ll only have one shot.


The LIFE photo Archive is filled with inspirational images

NaPoWriMo 2009: Poem 3


Photograph of Woman on Beach in 1887

She doesn’t look comfortable.

It’s hard to imagine
a day at the beach
if I can’t allow the sun
or the ocean breeze
to caress my flesh.

I wonder about her shoes
I can’t see.
Would I want to attempt
to walk on the beach in them?

Did she
or any of her companions
know how it felt
to have sand between your toes?

If she was willing
to show a little ankle
did the men get excited?

Georgiana Parker, in a dress and hat, carrying a parasol.
Location: Sea Bright, NJ, US
Date taken: July 13, 1887
Photographer: Wallace G. Levison