There’s a moose at the top of my bookshelf,His antlers are touching the ceiling.He always looks warm with his sweater and scarfAnd he sees everything in the room.He never says a word, just surveys the sceneAnd reminds me to look to my whimsey.He doesn’t mind if my poems don’t rhymeAnd forgives when my words areContinue reading “The moose at the top of the bookshelf”
WB’s note: There’s something odd about the WordPress editor that makes it laborious to add indentations and spaces between words, which in turn makes it hard to reproduce a poem that has uneven indents. So here are pictures of the pages. The main thing you should know is that only one blank line is intendedContinue reading “J Alfred in the foyer”
Speak!You know what you want to say.You know what needs to be said.You know what has been buildingin your heart and must come outSo speak. Speak!You don’t know what you want to say,You don’t know what needs to be said,You just know it’s been buildingin your heart and must come outSo speak. Speak!It needs toContinue reading “Speak”
I love when the words come out to play.I love when words sing —I love when I can hear the melodywhere there is no melody, justwords bouncing off each otherand a rhythm and a beatand an idea being expressedin the phrases. When you find the right noteit’s in tune — it’s a songthe words playContinue reading “the right note”
You have heard it said — the prophet of long-ago 1960s said it —“Tune in, turn on, drop out.” I say,“Turn off, tune in, drop what you’re doing.” Turn off the devices,relinquish the electronic toys,clear your mind of debris,use your eyes and ears and handsto see and hear and feel. Open your mindto the infinitepossibilities.
Great poets write of wastelands and despair, of the constant-dwelling angst that haunts their souls, say the scholars. Not I. I say joy — I say passion — I say love — The bursting boasting glee that dares to run where artists may plod — that cries fire and foul to the dark lords ofContinue reading “shout joy”
Gonna be hot today they say well heckit’s June it’s supposed to be hot sobring it on heat bring it on I hear some boob in Washingtongot a new idea to inflict on usand it’s about time somebody did somethingabout that it’s criminal just criminal good thing we have people watching outfor us you knowContinue reading “hot”