Friday, March 25, 2016
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Poem: Hold Together
By Jack Brummet
It is one ocean with many names
And into the ocean, sooner or later, flows
Every river, spring, raindrop, creek,
and swamp,
Every lake, lagoon, aquifer, mudpuddle, and pond,
Every snowflake, icicle, glacier, flood, bay, and teardrop.
It is one ocean with many names
And into the ocean, sooner or later, flows
Every lake, lagoon, aquifer, mudpuddle, and pond,
Every snowflake, icicle, glacier, flood, bay, and teardrop.
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Wednesday, March 23, 2016
Found poem created in The Poetry Generator [We confound fluorescent witches]
By Jack Brummet
We confound fluorescent witches near the virgin
The fun has died
Dark and glowing beyond the sea
You pull lustful devils below
And grind blue demons against the sky
Awaken, awaken! The evil was good:
Unsure, silent on the edge of the world
Down streets where guests
Look for landmarks while the snow falls
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We confound fluorescent witches near the virgin
The fun has died
Dark and glowing beyond the sea
You pull lustful devils below
And grind blue demons against the sky
Awaken, awaken! The evil was good:
Unsure, silent on the edge of the world
Down streets where guests
Look for landmarks while the snow falls
---o0o---
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Poem: The Islands from eight miles high
By Jack Brummet
Beneath
a chiseled frieze of cerulean blue
Islands recede into the water
To settle on the sea floor
Like an archipelago of Atlantises.
Islands come and go,
Bobbing up and bobbing down
Like lost corks
Drifting the seven seas,
Treading continents,
Islands recede into the water
To settle on the sea floor
Like an archipelago of Atlantises.
Islands come and go,
Bobbing up and bobbing down
Like lost corks
Drifting the seven seas,
Treading continents,
And the islands and straits.
They crest the waves
Beneath gathering clouds
As flocks of birds
Circumnavigate the globe,
Shuttling from landfall to landfall.
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Monday, March 21, 2016
Sunday, March 20, 2016
Saturday, March 19, 2016
Friday, March 18, 2016
Thursday, March 17, 2016
28 Short Poems
Stealth
You think one
thing,
Say another,
And do a third.
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The host and tenant lock
In benign equilibrium.
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Each valley followed by a slope.
Every going followed by a return.
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There is no relief without an ache,
And no virus without a host.
And no virus without a host.
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Bricks tumble into the moat.
The king's body hangs naked from the flagpole.
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For a fleeting moment
The condition for change exists.
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A roiling thunderstorm clears the air
Like Wyatt Earp's peacekeeper
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A bad beginning can be overcome
But a good end lasts forever
But a good end lasts forever
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When you strip away the stage flats, makeup, and costumes,
It’s all one story starring our private heroes and dreams.
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Resurrection
He was ready to live again
Even if living just meant running
To keep ahead of the ghosts.
Even if living just meant running
To keep ahead of the ghosts.
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It’s so still and calm
In the mosque,
You could hear a fly expire.
In the mosque,
You could hear a fly expire.
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The Marriage
Two tattered mannequins
Prop each other up
In the Salvation Army Store window
Prop each other up
In the Salvation Army Store window
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Gone Fishing
As the forests swamps and bones turn slowly to coal
The last pterodactyl
Soars overhead, calling for a friend.
The last pterodactyl
Soars overhead, calling for a friend.
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It's so quiet you hear
dust motes six feet up
bump in shafts of sunlight.
dust motes six feet up
bump in shafts of sunlight.
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Take the worst that could happen
And add two zeros.
And add two zeros.
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High fidelity clouds gather over
The tattered stage flats of a world on fire.
The tattered stage flats of a world on fire.
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It's Getting Crowded
We cover the earth with Venn Diagrams
As our steps bisect old steps.
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The glass is not half-full
I saw our dreams disappear
Like a white pony
Over a low grassy hill.
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Like a white pony
Over a low grassy hill.
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The Golden Rule
Listen to the songbirds trill
But keep an eye
On the buzzard section.
But keep an eye
On the buzzard section.
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An orchard of salt pillars
Circles Gomorrah's ashes:
Lot's Wife had no name.
Circles Gomorrah's ashes:
Lot's Wife had no name.
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If I don’t write it down
The words race away
Like a hit and run driver
The words race away
Like a hit and run driver
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Your Wooden Leg
Run if you still can.
Drag that wooden leg behind you,
Drag that wooden leg behind you,
But keep up, jogging after your pipe-dream.
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Weather Report
Life is a raindrop
Sizzling as it skitters
Across the universal griddle.
Sizzling as it skitters
Across the universal griddle.
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"And after all, what is a lie? ’Tis but the truth in
masquerade"
The truth exists; the lie must be created.
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Waiting
There is no tomorrow
until we get through
the day after yesterday
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Possibilities
In your chest beats the heart of a Good Samaritan
Who never quite got off the starting blocks
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Torches & Pitchforks
The whole
Is far less than the sum
Of its parts
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Is far less than the sum
Of its parts
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Mission Statement
The Army has two duties—
To break things, and kill people;
Everything else is just fluff and overhead.
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Dodgeball
We weave around and through
Unseen hazards and shoals,
Always feeling less safe
Always feeling less safe
Than we actually are.
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The Odds
Simple probability and statistics
Tell us ineluctably that the more times
You stick your head In the lion's mouth,
The more likely it is that one day he will close it.
Tell us ineluctably that the more times
You stick your head In the lion's mouth,
The more likely it is that one day he will close it.
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The Man In The Mirror
There's a civil
war in his head:
Lobe against lobe.
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Lobe against lobe.
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