Gary Witt


Gary Witt Poems

1. Of A Moment 9/23/2007
2. Whom God Has Given Faith 1/11/2008
3. Petulance And The Discovery Channel (A Bowdlerized Rant) 1/30/2008
4. Carlo Miles 8/24/2008
5. Plume Of Days 9/18/2008
6. Jado Di Firenze 10/6/2008
7. Postcard From Murano 10/11/2008
8. Drift Diving 12/13/2008
9. Girls 5/28/2009
10. Redemption 3/13/2008
11. Trout Fishing 8/31/2010
12. Walking Out One Morning 11/5/2009
13. In Sleep's Absence 12/26/2009
14. On Waking 3/20/2010
15. Our Expanding Universe 7/29/2010
16. Poultice And Prayer 12/2/2008
17. Sensitive Dependence On Initial Conditions 8/24/2008
18. People Are Like Guns 3/11/2008
19. Mutt 3/11/2008
20. Things That I Have Left Behind 3/13/2008
21. School For The Blind 4/20/2008
22. Groundling 6/5/2008
23. Elusive, Fragile Joy Beset 3/26/2008
24. Multiple Choice In The Cheery Dew Of Dawn 6/29/2007
25. Promises Kept 2/5/2008
26. Scenic Overlook 8/24/2008
27. Whoosh 2/10/2008
28. Road Trip 3/31/2008
29. To A Friend Travelling A Rough Road 7/14/2008
30. Crossing Ocean Avenue 6/11/2008
31. In St. Mark's Square 7/16/2009
32. Untitled 7/18/2009
33. Art Exhibit 10/11/2008
34. Ghost Writer 2/21/2009
35. Orchestral Fantasies 12/19/2008
36. Heroic Journey Into Darkness 12/23/2008
37. Our Help In Ages Past 5/13/2008
38. Steps 7/6/2008
39. Lullaby 1/16/2008
40. To Do, 5/18 2/24/2007

Comments about Gary Witt

  • Another poet (1/11/2018 3:43:00 PM)

    Gary, I have to ask, are you related to Brian Witt From Montana

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  • delilah contrapunctal (12/10/2009 5:45:00 PM)

    Gary is, in my view, a brilliant poet....and a delightful human being, as well....a treasure among us, this man....

  • K.C. Wassner (12/6/2009 5:19:00 AM)

    If in 15 years I'm as good a poet as you are, I will have mastered the art of writing poetry in less than 15 years.

  • Scarlett Treat (7/29/2009 3:07:00 PM)

    You are, Sir, a man who, with shortness of words, points out, with both wit and wisdom, things that we often times miss ourselves, and always, always, you bring us back to the main thrust of this site...poetry. Well done!

  • Tsira Goge (9/1/2008 4:34:00 PM)

    Poetry - destructive force... Poetic a word during time soldiers are the whole arsenal... I very much liked your theory about a lion who sleeps on the sun as though easy... You have sharp eyes of the critic

  • Philip Housiaux (4/26/2008 4:35:00 AM)

    I wanted to acknowledge I suspect for many, work and insight that Gary Witt is putting into his commentary on others work. In my own case I had written a several page deliberately difficult piece. Gary made three points - 1. that the poem was not in fact about the prima facie topic 2. the use of a verse derived in greek/roman epic style and 3. the use of faux style - the deliberate self portrayal of dishonesty. I had laboured for 10 weeks in bringing these elements into the work as an aid to my message. You can imagine my pleasure when I saw that someone had identified these.

  • THE LAST REMNANT OF SANITY BIDS YOU ADIEU (3/7/2007 1:08:00 PM)

    It occurs so infrequently here, (since this is, as we all know, a site that is hugely populated by amateur writers) , that I've run across a poet who so speaks to my Soul, the one not scarred by Corporate America, the one that roams free, and is always ready to learn. Gary Witt is just such a poet. He writes so fluidly and so effortlessly about the things that we take for granted during our 9-5 days and nights, or the things that we allow ourselves to lose in the hustle and bustle of our neverending, and oftentimes, self-flagellating race toward the American Dream. Remember to dance, remember to breathe, remember to feel...all themes that Gary touches on in a way that sings. I'm so glad you're here, Gary. You speak to me. Thank you.

Best Poem of Gary Witt

A Most Delicious Strawberry

You have your game-face on again;
The don’t-mess-with-me face that comes
With its own combative attitude.
Not pleased with being pleased,
You seem incapable of a smile;
Not a cheek-aching, ab-cramping,
Incontinent belly-laugh,
But something as simple as a smile.

Can you scowl in the presence
Of a four year old wearing
A Halloween costume
With cape?
Can you frown under the patient,
Steady, brown-eyed stare of a
Labrador coveting
Your plate?

Have you forgotten how to savor
The simple strawberry?

The story goes, a man in ...

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Ode To John Coltrane

The cabbie wore his Kangol back,
Reversed; it looked like a beret;
Bohemian but still respectable.
His left eye, clouded, milky, never moved,
His right, pale blue and crystalline,
Watched the world and pierced it to its soul.

The radio played twilight jazz:
Ruby My Dear, but way too soft to hear

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