Hunter and Prey (a Tanka)

Eyes glow in the dark
Dead twigs crack under footfall
The prey hears nothing
The circle of life must close
Sharp clean claws will finish it.

5/9/17

My response to Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 33 – CLEAN & SHARP

Life (a double tetractys)

Life
begins
in darkness,
grows in the light:
developing, evolving, flourishing.
aging, decaying; systems breaking down.
Life always ends
in darkness
and in
death.

4/15/17

Poem #17 for National Poetry Writing Month (aka #NaPoWriMo)

This is my second attempt at at tetractys and my first double-tetractys.

Where did it go?

Where did it all go,
Day by day in steady flow,
Swept away by the river’s currents
Lifeguard warnings are poor deterrents,
Yesterday a baby on my knee
Content, ignorant of your destiny.
If you’d known, could you’ve changed it?
If able, would you’ve exchanged it?

Did you know it would end this way,
Dread the coming of this wicked day,
When your mother Frigg’s tears wept,
As your body the undertaker prepped?

3/20/17

Planting Seeds (Haiku)

Seeds planted in dirt
Thrust into Jorð’s fertile womb
Water brings new life

3/20/17

This haiku is my first entry for Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge # 26 – EARTH & WATER. I substituted Jorð (the name of the Old Norse Earth Goddess. Pronounced “Yorth” (th as is father)), whose name is related to the modern word “Earth.”

The Circle Must Close (a tanka)

Every ending
Leads to a new beginning
The last shall be first
The new grows out of the old
Life will always follow death

12/27/16

This poem is my response to Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka #Poetry Prompt Challenge #14 – LAST & NEW

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All the World’s a Stage

The curtain begins to fall,
Darkness is all you see,
“But I haven’t completed five acts,”
You protest, “I’ve only completed three!”

The stage manager stands in the wings,
Shaking his head, looking so serene,
“You stop when I say you stop,
Even if its in the middle of a scene!”

Don’t fret about the time you get,
Every actor gets their due,
It isn’t the amount of time on stage,
But what with it you do.

Three acts is no different than five,
Five thousand would no difference make.
Be content with what you are given,
For no more or less will you take.

12 October 2008

Inspired by Marcus AureliusMeditations, Book 12, Section 36.

 

Portrait of the Poet

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New York, Long Island, East Rockaway lived,
Oceanside born.
Oregon Trail traveled for opportunity, better education and family,
Through Baker City and over the Cascades, past the volcanoes,
Willamette Valley, Albany raised,
Liberty, Sunrise; Waverly Elementary, North and West Albany educated.
Army joined at 18 because no Circus in town.
Missouri, Indiana trained; Geissen, Germany assigned.
San Antonio, Alamo transferred; Honorably, Army Commendation Medal discharged.

Tampa, South Florida studies in religion (synagogue and university),
Hurricanes, hanging chads, holocaust museums and heartbreak,
Flew the coupe, Pennsylvania delayed, mistakes were made,
New York, Morningside Heights seminary studies,
Torah, Talmud, ukuleles and self reflection,
Roaming rambling, Exodus ending,
Old friends Albany, old traps escaping,
’round the bend in Redmond married, fatherhood purpose,
Poet voice searching, Notebook scribbles filling,
Keyboard keys editing, computer blog posting,
Audience friends finding, crazy head calming,
Poem now ending.

11/8/16

A Blink in the Eyes of Eternity

The length of human life is a single point,
A blink in the eye of eternity,
A brief bright light among many
Bordered on all sides by oblivion

Flowing like a mighty river
Swollen by storms, shrunk by drought,
Never stopping, ever changing,
Flowing out, becoming the sea.

The body is a decaying sack
Of meat, bone and mucus
Held up and animated by a dream,
Self aware smoke on the wind.

The past is dead and gone: a memory.
The future uncertain and un-promised.
The present moment slips through fingers
trying to grasp sand, ever slipping away.

Four Haiku on the Seasons of Life

Ev’ryone alive
Was born of their mother’s womb.
Spring is in the air.

We grow up too fast.
Our best years go much too fast.
Summer never lasts

Hair grays and hair thins
We can see the end in sight.
The Fall has begun.

Ev’ryone must die.
Not Ev’ryone really lives.
Winter is here now.

10/12/16

The first Haiku that I’ve written in many years. Just experimenting a bit with the form. I’m honestly unsure of how “every” is supposed to be pronounced (Two syllables or Three). I generally pronounce it with two, but am unsure if I’m saying it “correctly.” I found conflicting opinions on-line, so I abbreviated “ev’ryone” in this piece just to be safe. Probably not a big deal for most, but sometimes I obsess over the details.

Thoughts, Dreams and Reflections (For Allen Ginsberg)

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I. Thoughts

I thought of you today, Allen Ginsberg,
As I often do when the howls from
Desolation Row enrapture my mind.
Rapid fired images stolen from
Dreams and nightmares of America.
Starving in the streets like
Hysterical angel headed hipsters
And raggedy vagabond doctors
Crouched in darkened doorways
Snarling, scratching at the
Constable’s carriage for
A scrap of bread.

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