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[N.B. This poem is a reaction to Mark Twain's notion that '[w]ar talk by men who have been in a war is always interesting; whereas moon talk by a poet who has not been in the moon is likely to be dull.' (source: Bartlett’s Book of Quotations, p.623 §16) .]

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A crutch wedged in a thankful pit,
Close-gripped with a knurled fist
- Suspension bridge of pure grit -
Each reached plank, a pearled day.
...

Squirm in your seat and grind your teeth,
Rub your hands and set your jaw
Right when it takes you.
...

4.

Life is rich with such variety.
Makes me itch with much anxiety

For liberal action.
...

Our lives, our souls – they're
Actually down here,
hard-returned.
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Language is water
To be poured
From any vessel,
...

It starts with heart and vision,
Crisp voice of concision.

Such plain and precise demands:
...

Describes yearnings:
Wend.

Play-thing, swaddle, mother, scribble
...

Marketplace value is often found
Behind the wrinkles of the brown
Grab bags awaiting fresh owners,
Pal. You know the onus is yours.
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Some people
(who can’t be identified)
Say some things
...

From closed nets of thoughts,
Their sterile,
Sad surmises,
...

Frost whitens my window.
Shadow glides past – barred owl?
The brow of the pane swallows it.
...

Cup, you suffer
Fools and cups
Half-empty stuck.
...

Quale of journeys
Beyond any journey.
I feel it in my belly:
The ownership
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15.

Truth is so true
It’s a problem.

You tell a lie
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Two would-be lovers
Steal kisses.

If I had my druthers,
...

He’d mean like a man who meant it.
He’d ask his soul, “Who sent it? ”
He’d say of this life he’d spent it
Heeding the narrow gist of “it.”
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Thick office chatter slips
From “if I had my druthers…”
To gripes about mothers.
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God is my guts
And ruts in distant roads.

God is my bones
...

Freedom of Information
Is an Act, not a right.
It’s fairly tight-fisted.
You might say unfair.
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The Best Poem Of David Floren

Mark Twain Is Plumb Wrong

[N.B. This poem is a reaction to Mark Twain's notion that '[w]ar talk by men who have been in a war is always interesting; whereas moon talk by a poet who has not been in the moon is likely to be dull.' (source: Bartlett’s Book of Quotations, p.623 §16) .]

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He might not wear his hat, but soon,
Very soon,
Mark Twain will survey your town,
Plumb your head and call you 'Clown.'

He'll bark 'Who're you to muse on the moon? ',
Chew his wet cigar and choose to frown.

He'll choose to frown for sure.
Half his frowns are half-smiles.
But you get to choose his reason.

Methinks he fears the old ruse of false allure.

Some ears hear how seasons
Whisper to pass the torch.
After a time your eyes see her
Illumed in solar torchlight.

We who've seen such beams
Hit their mark, as stars fling arrows
To glitter our wounded porches,
Have certainly 'been in' the moon.

I hope this deft being-there soon narrows
The spacious and clever clef he uses
To take that stroll where he extols
Where having-been-there controls.

It takes a real toll on, and confuses
The very real goings-on of hardscrabble muses.

We who thought the true ever loses
Cheered for once when it withstood.

When we could honestly state
'A politician sometimes makes good
on a promise.' Apollo 11 and J.F.K.
(Even when born of Cold War hate) .

We who were floored
by the impact of Earthrise,
William Anders' famous picture
Strode through a perceptual gate.

To see our home emerge blue-white
From the thick crude of space,
Changed how we see this place.

We who've heard the scratch,
The squawks of radioed confirmation,
Sensed the raw elation of Houston:
We’re fish hawks and weary heron
Winging home a hard-won catch.

Listen, your attention is demanded:
'Tranquility Base, The Eagle has landed.'

When hearts in Houston rose
To bear-hug those in their safekeeping,

Any knave of a reporter
That interviews the Armstrongs only
And confesses to think no one else
Possesses the requisite knowledge
Ought to try absorbing the fists,
Jeers and wild stories of wives,
Navigators and straight-up,
double-shift-pulling engineers
With solutions divine!

But Mark Twain is right to draw his quibble line.
More than half of this drivel is less than fine.

Just know that you could be in the moon,
Even on or under it,
And shine.


[11-11-2002 Armistice Day (or Veteran’s Day) , Berkeley, CA]

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