poets

Dad-verse

A two-poem salute to fathers on this Father’s Day 2019. With poems as wonderful as these, that’s as good as twenty-one guns.   This excerpt from Walt Whitman’s “Leaves of Grass” belongs in the wild, in air cleaned fresh by summer rain. But with no countryside excursion possible, I taped the poem to the edge […]

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Everything old is new

Young love is sweet to behold, sweeter and sweeter as I grow older. It’s also something of a wonder for a long-married person like me to think back to the beginning—to try to remember—that time—in September—when love was an ember—about to billow—     [Earworm alert. . . The Fantasticks is always waiting to be sung.]   […]

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Debbie (Downer) does Mother’s Day

It’s a good thing I passed by a playground before I found the cemetery I was on the hunt for. Because “Happy Mother’s Day, I see dead people” is twisted, even for a twisty elf like me.   But I do see dead people this Mother’s Day—my mother who died the week before Mother’s Day […]

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The zen of somersaults

    The Bagel by David Ignatow   I stopped to pick up the bagel rolling away in the wind, annoyed with myself for having dropped it as it were a portent. Faster and faster it rolled, with me running after it bent low, gritting my teeth, and I found myself doubled over and rolling […]

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Tale of two pianos

  To His Piano by Howard Nemerov   Old friend, patient of error as of accuracy, Ready to think the fingerings of thought, You but a scant year older than I am With my expectant mother expecting maybe An infant prodigy among her stars But getting only little me instead–   To see you standing […]

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Maybe because he was drunk

  The Birds Have Vanished Into the Sky by Li Po   The birds have vanished into the sky, and now the last cloud drains away.   We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.       A cable car ride up Austria’s Zwolferhorn led to this view of the […]

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Sex in the City

    Song by Frank O’Hara   Is it dirty does it look dirty that’s what you think of in the city   does it just seem dirty that’s what you think of in the city you don’t refuse to breathe do you   someone comes along with a very bad character he seems attractive. […]

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A casual accounting, more or less

  A Country Epitaph by William Stafford   I am the man who plunged through a river to save his dog; who failed my parents, though; who forgot my grief, and sang.   Outside your light I stand. I appeal through careless words, I appeal by this casual stone: Was there more I could have […]

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8th Annual Valentine’s Day Poem Blitz

Valentine’s Day spending is up 6% this year over last even though fewer people are celebrating. Sad!   Poems, of course, are the perfect antidote to the menace of all-consuming consumerism slouching towards Bethlehem. Poems cost nothing to give and last forever. Here’s a few to share with your lover, your mother, your friend or […]

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