Gary Witt


Gary Witt Poems

41. Les Yeux Deneuve 4/24/2007
42. Disappointment 8/21/2009
43. According To Mark 10/7/2008
44. Nostalgia 5/26/2007
45. Exhibition Dancing Iv (Flamenco) 3/1/2007
46. Pain And Perception 9/23/2007
47. The Response I Hear To All Of This 10/23/2007
48. Design-Induced Pilot Error 4/27/2008
49. Hope 9/20/2008
50. After The Downsizing 11/10/2007
51. Journey 4/20/2008
52. The 'Conundrium' Of Ununbium 2/28/2007
53. Girl On A Bicycle Smoking A Cigarette 10/6/2008
54. Artichoke Truth 9/21/2009
55. Ode To John Coltrane 3/4/2007
56. Exhibition Dancing I (The Waltz) 2/4/2007
57. Agreement In Principle 7/24/2007
58. Heron And Gull 11/10/2007
59. Buying Horses 6/24/2008
60. Exhibition Dancing Iii (The Foxtrot) 2/10/2007
61. Vision 5/26/2007
62. Along A Roadside 5/26/2007
63. Ernesto On Death And Dying 3/29/2007
64. My Life, My Worthless Life 7/24/2007
65. The Fine Print 3/19/2007
66. Between Both And Neither 11/10/2007
67. March 28, 1941 3/13/2007
68. Exhibition Dancing Ii (The Tango) 2/4/2007
69. Alone At Night 1/30/2008
70. A Poem For His Father 1/30/2007
71. Ethos, Logos, Pathos 5/2/2007
72. An Agnostic's Prayer 2/15/2007
73. A Most Delicious Strawberry 2/18/2007

Comments about Gary Witt

  • 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....

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  • 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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