CASCADE POEM .... 6 MINUTE RACE
Only six minutes to write a cascade poem
hands icy heart racing
rushing toward ending from start
thirsting to master this challenge set
Words fall from fingers onto the screen
eyes burn from the light in the room dimly lit
breath held, ears listening for an opening door
only six minutes to write a cascade poem
Time runnning short
will not be able to complete
clear this ridiculous bar that I set to meet
hands icy racing heart
Will not have time to rest in a room
footsteps coming on door opening down there
never will finish
rushing toward ending from the start
Faster, move faster
think not, simply move
Heart still, fingers, and face now
breath held, ears listening to an opening door
(191 words)
2011-04-12
CONCRETE POEM - (a poor attempt) F IS FOR FORM
Form is what I was supposed
to teach in school to those
who had never read poetry at
all - not to concentrate on
the passion
but to teach
the pentameter
and the style
leave them in
blank isolated
alone in stark
picked off the
bone senseless
words stripped
of all the fun
music deadened
in those rooms
where poetry is
taught and came
to despise form
over substance
leaving this F
here as a banal
concrete bent
as well as an
upraised middle
finger sent
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ELEGY FOR THE FORM CHALLENGE
There comes a time when
it must be faced that
certain challenges are
done
When the light has drained
from the sky and taken all
the sun
There comes a time when
it must be faced that
some endeavors are private
to be set-personal-best-norms
There comes a time when
one must bury the strive to
write each of all the forms
And so perhaps there might be
one or two or more written in
a different way
But finally as darkness falls
this individual exercise played
for all to see - is done, and
laid to rest - enough mania to
last the remainder of this day...
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EPITAPH - FOR DRIED LEATHER RUNNING SHOES
Fifteen years of jogging
only on a one track mind
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FIBONACCI - THE HOWL
There
in
stellar
darkening
rises the haunting
howl of poetic discontent
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FOUND POETRY - PAY NOW
Donate
Please pay now
American
points
to
the Japan Earthquake
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GHAZAL -
With the ghazal
I had no mazel
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HAIKU -
Rain falls on kitten
invisible in the dark
mewling in the storm
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HAY(naku - WHY?
Poet
writes forms
in the night
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INSULT POETRY - The Bigot
The bigot
stands with hands
over ears so whatever
brains there might be
there don't fall out -
The bigot does not see
even with glasses because
the bigot will not look
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Okay folks I think I am through putting myself and others through this personal challenge within the challenge. (PS I don't like insult poetry but don't much care for bigots...:)
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