Biography of Brian Mayo
A life spent looking for a lovely place to die.
Brian Mayo Poems
Steal This Poem
Here’s a poem for you to steal Just take it; don’t be shy I’m sure the man who wrote it has An adequate supply.
My Great And Terrific Poem
I’d like to tell everyone about the great poem I’m going to be writing very soon. It’s really going to be terrific.
A man with a gun whispers in a field of wildflower and tall grass. I listen, like skipping stones by moonlight.
My father was a poet and my mother was depressed The bed that she got pregnant on was quickly repossessed Now homeless, she gave birth to me on cold November ground And there she left me lay because I only weighed a pound
Panning For Poems
“You’ll never be a poet, sir! ” I’ve heard the others cry. As if the thought had not occurred… It has, I can’t deny.
One-Vowel Haiku (A)
How To Write A Poem
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I once wrote a poem so transparent That no one who read it could see The masterpiece clearly inherent But visible only to me.
Before Poetry- Haiku
Limerick - Lady Named Pam
It seems that a lady named Pam Got caught in a bad traffic jam So she put it in park And then, just for a lark,
Confessions Of The Pope
From the Desk of Pope Francis March,2014 To whom it may concern:
All them little Christians In their little Christian cars Headin' up to heaven Gonna live among the stars.
She Hated Poetry
One day, I asked my mother why she hated poetry and she quite suddenly stopped
The Poem That Almost Wasn't
MY STORY BY A. POEM First, let me start by saying I was never that fond of poetry. I know, I know- -I AM a poem…
Waiting And Stuff
should one day grow old and weak,
its tenuous hold on the planets slipped at last
and the suns
galaxies extinguished like scattered embers
it seems only right
that I, too, should perish.
If there is any truth to infinity