Muggy today, a
pop of the mitt, a whiff of
the grass, swish of the
bat in the April air,
...
The offer never ceases to be
tho i strike it down relentlessly
...
What of the knowing wind
of Hendrix on vinyl
songs of silence
lately branded for our own good?
...
Ted Sheridan fought for our soil
he woulda' done it just for oil.
...
No thorns, limbs sashay longly, cheetah
walk toward
no prey, footloose, her dark blond hair
...
Since then you’ve ground
my sincerity like
an old smoke under your heel, scoffed
...
'I got to the Doctor's office, ' Scarlett said,
'and
THE FREAKIN' PLACE WAS CLOSED FOR THE NEXT FIVE DAYS! ! '
...
The General's report on the
surge takes
a back seat to Britney's
...
A failure at best, say some (clad under cover of
the present) , genocide at
worst, tho his sail across pitching hungry waves required
...
'It's absurd to expect the fans to pay good money &
watch a guy who can't generate an average in three
figures, ' say some, while balancing a bullpen
...
Christmas eve caught me short,
late in the week. Sales
clanged, rung and beeped
...
'Bring 'em home alive, and now, '
coos liberal table pounder.
'Put the welfare slobs to work, '
fat catbird caws to counter.
...
Blowing in from under Daley's shadow, Cook
county, liberally
sponsored by green gas-
...
A strange vagabond....... Within you is your native land. So search none other, never more depart. You are never homeless in your heart. -Tempest Livesey As one might surmise from viewing my writing, i'm far more of an appreciator of great poetry than i am an exponent thereof. My name derives from a combination of genetic ties to the Greek island of Crete and geographical ties to the great United State of Maine. I believe poetry to be the most genuine of art forms. Although it is easy enough for anyone to scribble a few vague lines and name it poesy, true appreciation of the genre is strictly a labor of love. Among the literary food groups, poetry is the red meat, with short stories ranking as potatoes and novels representing salad. It is sumptuous, savory, satisfying, and takes a lifetime to digest. Even if blood appears pink, or black it's red, coruscant through my veins as i mess with your head. 'Everywhere I go I find a poet has been there before me.' -Sigmund Freud 'I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.' -Mark Twain 'It is difficult/to get the news from poems/yet men die miserably every day/for lack/of what is found there.' -William Carlos Williams; Asphodel, That Greeny Flower 'I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity and a striving after wind.' -Ecclesiastes 1: 14 'And what can be foolisher than this? ' -William Blake)
Baseball: Opening Day
Muggy today, a
pop of the mitt, a whiff of
the grass, swish of the
bat in the April air,
and two little words: 'Play ball! '
The poem’s cjm produce are never lynear … he is adept at taking you on wonderful journeys that other’s would never planz… tis full of pixilated promise… aroha xx
[You/the public] deserve [your] publishing, he said, hope you get that soon. Respect.
I love it