Lori Boulard


Lori Boulard Poems

1. Not Another Smoking Poem 12/4/2005
2. A Lullaby 9/15/2005
3. Why Poetry? 9/15/2005
4. 004 A Really Good Song 10/31/2005
5. Coma Victim Becomes Writer Of Children's Books 11/1/2005
6. First Born 11/4/2005
7. Life Outside The Box 10/26/2005
8. Carnival Ii - Merry Go Round 1/1/2006
9. Carnival I - Funhouse 1/1/2006
10. One Simple Wish 1/22/2006
11. Out Walking – Among Nature And Poetry 1/25/2006
12. Fred And Ginger 2/13/2006
13. Partners 2/13/2006
14. A Seemingly Normal Friday Afternoon 2/24/2006
15. Cat's Eye 3/14/2006
16. The Last Poem I Will Ever Write 3/20/2006
17. California Dreaming 4/17/2006
18. An Argument For Baths 5/3/2006
19. The Dogma Of Dogs 5/12/2006
20. 04 The Real Theory Of Relativity 5/15/2006
21. Tap Dancing With My Tongue 5/19/2006
22. An Argument For Sleep 5/31/2006
23. Halved 11/17/2005
24. Brush With Brilliance 11/20/2005
25. In My Own Words 11/26/2005
26. Bamboo 9/15/2005
27. Out Walking 9/15/2005
28. Becoming Zen 9/15/2005
29. Uninspired 9/15/2005
30. Icarus Of America 10/11/2005
31. Impressions Of Midnight 10/17/2005
32. Poets - Gathering The Crumbs 7/7/2006
33. Poets - Why They Smile 7/7/2006
34. Rhythms 7/31/2006
35. Flying With Ella F. 7/31/2006
36. 08 Chasing Vanity 8/9/2006
37. Child Of Genius 8/9/2006
38. Fool To Consider Me Beautiful 8/17/2006
39. Poets - Why I Write 9/11/2006
40. The Death Of Poetry 9/17/2006

Comments about Lori Boulard

  • Max Reif (11/15/2005 8:00:00 AM)

    Dear Lori, I look forward to wit, passion, and often wisdom when I see that a new poem of yours has come over. Yours are among the most telegraphic I read-I almost always 'get' them immediately, which is not at all to say they're superficial-they're not. Just communicative!

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Best Poem of Lori Boulard

007 Spring Cleaning

It is time. Time for changes.
Time to open windows
and let breezes of inspiration in,
sweep out the echo of lingering laughter,
and wipe away the stains of family, friends
and Shiraz tipped by the fire.
Put to sleep in their albums snapshots
of a time not wasted. Pack up the waste.
Set it out for prompt and permanent removal.

And while we’re at it,
let’s place the breakables
like India up on the shelf, careful
not to bend the corners.
Give the Middle East a good dusting
and hang Thailand out to dry.
Drip dry, please, too fragile for ...

Read the full of 007 Spring Cleaning

Why Poetry?

What force compels my left hand to write?
My right hand wants to know
For it is seriously
Lacking
Sleep

Words stream in patterns
Like a distant rhythm
Must follow

No sleep again tonight, my friend
For I hear the music
Time to dance

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