HAIKU FOR DAD
fly to Heaven Dad
take time to enjoy the flight
just like airforce times
28 Saturday Nov 2020
28 Saturday Nov 2020
28 Saturday Nov 2020
Posted philosophical, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Uncategorized
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AS WE SAY IN THE TRADE
as we say in the trade
you are somewhat of a solipsist
the light you are
supposed to share
we wish
you would share
you keep
steadfastly to yourself
following, I must presume,
some sublime directive
whose
shadows I have
made my
peace with at last
28 Saturday Nov 2020
28 Saturday Nov 2020
28 Saturday Nov 2020
28 Saturday Nov 2020
28 Saturday Nov 2020
Posted death, Life, Nonlinear, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, psychological/psychoanalytical, Uncategorized
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connection, death, Life, linear, non-linear, poem, poetry, time
ONCE UPON A TIME
endings
proclaim the rule
of the linear
I’m afraid
and yet
step back
see
how we have come
full circle, full circle
I was riffing on love and
you thought it death
I was riffing on death
and you named me a lover
Oh that cheap, pop-Freud
how convenient a crutch
stick with
which to understand
the Sphinx’s riddle
your Queenly egg of self-satisfaction cracking
telling yourself
this is where it ends
or could be
where it begins
sucker for redemption, for fresh beginnings
that’s a lip gloss that will always give
feel free
to send me to my grave
covered in that impression
ending
for the both of us, twinning
us from birth
better
than expected
27 Friday Nov 2020
Posted Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, SUN: the sun, Uncategorized
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this poem is
short and small
coz I’m getting
squeezed for space
but energy
is never
destroyed
and consciousness
slips
all over the place
the reflection I bring to
solve this problem
not a joke
not a fable
(though death
we must admit
is a great punch line)
but whilst
my distances narrowing
things between us
expanding
to the point of collapse
this sector of the galaxy
would miss us, be
worse for wear without us
people (beings) would say
the Sun suddenly
not on its game
comment (with look
of derision) that its
star quality waning coz
must have left
something at home
hiding
behind the eight ball
(to think this giant
could be
eclipsed so easily)
even so
that fire can
burn me
totally completely
but my words still laughing
registering their complaint
26 Thursday Nov 2020
ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?
are you not
entertained?
am I not the sublime action hero
you have been waiting your whole lives for?
or (alas) the tragic hero
or even
comic buffoon that might
transport you, take
you out of your skin?
Oh I hate the possibility that
this is all
script
and me just a character
this small daily dose of small-time
ordinary drama
absolutely more
than I can bear