I Shall Not Weep
You meant to say
'don't cry for me',
but stuffy, stoic you,
you had no words... more »
I Smile, My Love
Remember when we met,
we were a bit perplexed.
We searched the bay
and all its parks, some green... more »
I Thank You, God
He had an inkling,
but could not put a finger
or even just a thumbnail onto it.
And how, it did occur,... more »
I Wake Each Morning
I wake each morning now, regretful of the loss
that daylight brings when it destroys a man's own dreams,
I do not fiddle with my toes nor do I toss
since she has come into my life, or so it seems.... more »
I Was Going To
I was writing a poem when five little men
came over to see me at quarter to ten.
A cute little bird, irresistible bait,
tagged along and was tired, well you see it was late.... more »
I Watch You
I watch you
as you sleep,
expands... more »
I Will Always Wait For You
It was the morning when she turned,
to have a look, such simple curiosity.
It spelled the end, she entered endless time,
I would, if asked by fate (Oh how I yearned!)... more »
She thought of a surprise
for him, and for herself.
The shop was advertising,
half price today, just for today,... more »
His mother had been right.
The glass on all the windows
transformed itself to shapes
of the most beautiful of flowers,... more »
It is as if a mother
who gives birth
at night, upon an iceberg
and then drowns.... more »
Er war nie einer der das Bitten pflegte,
geheim gehalten wurde auch sein Name, General.
Der Tag als er den Loeffel dann hinlegte
war von Bedeutung, ihm jedoch egal.... more »
I'D Let You Pull On My Strings........
my little pacemaker.
So lovely to look at.... more »
Identity Is Everything
From the alpine windswept quartz
rose the beautiful Frau Schwarz.
Wrote a comment erudite
(every member has that right)... more »
They killed the first prez by constant bleeding.
Cary Grant had dentures and halitosis
Adolf Hitler showed little if any breeding
he farted like no one, I'll tell you what gross is.... more »
It was a sorghum field,
the drought had done its thing,
until the final vital drop
had gone into the atmosphere... more »
If I ever get my money
so I've told my aging honey... more »
If I Were A Baby
If I were a baby
I would want to
be held to
your breasts... more »
If I Were A Bird
I dreamed I was a fancy feathered bird,
you lived, for unknown reasons, overseas.
No letters and no genuine spoken word
would fly from swaying palms to Linden trees.... more »
If Wine Is Fine....What About Blueberry Pie
Yes, my scrumptious one,
though I have never, yet
laid eyes or hands upon
your blushing cheeks,... more »
I'M Back, Jack!
Steroids and melatonin, you're fighting my fatigue,
don't fret and stop your moaning, I've left behind intrigue.
It's nice to set fat feet onto this precious soil
in wisdom I retreat, clean blood now on the boil.... more »
Im Jardin Des Plantes, Paris (Rilke Translation)
His eyes, from looking at the passing iron bars
have tired and no images will hold
he feels as if there were a thousand bars
albeit behind them no reality at all.... more »
Im Turm Der Wartburg
Da sitzt er, auf dem hohen Ross
und schaut hinauf zum Licht.
Hier wohnt, gefangen in dem Schloss
der Mann mit heil'ger Pflicht.... more »
They were sleeping at their desks and passed the weirdo to come in
and they carried little bombs and hand grenades,
asked a question seeking answers to the presence of great sin
and the lies did flow in buckets and in spades.... more »
From Pauling down to Marc Levine
it took a while but now we've seen
that lines of cancer cells will die
inside a vitamin, oh my!... more »
My name is Carcinos, I am immortal.
Come from a proud tradition
of noble blood.
It was an ancestor of mine... more »