Saturday, April 30, 2011

"Scope"   [rubai]

May I always be open to you
I have no other hope   only you
the day's hubbub when hushing at dusk
let me quietly scope into you

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Solar Energy   [Limerick]

The color of sunlight though gold
its value proves green so I’m told
wide use would save money (as bees would store honey)
till Eden-on-Earth might unfold

A limerick "written to order" (so to say), per request of 1 Block off the Grid.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

"till cool nightfall"   [villanelle]

The work-week draws to a close
with the radio's violin
time's river seemingly flows

its origin no one knows?
tell me how did it all begin!
the work-week draws to a close

a semblance of order grows
if you're sitting with with thumb on chin
time's river seemingly flows

should poets mention the rose
would an answer open up then?
the work-week draws to a close

this world is real   we suppose
but what do we contend to win?
time's river seemingly flows

such hubbub yet onward goes
till cool nightfall quiets the din
the work-week draws to a close
time's river seemingly flows

"more vast"   [ditty]

What might M'Angelo say?
the human hand than God's
more vast? well anyway
time evens all such odds

yon ten commandments took
twain tables for to hold 'em
today the whole bless'd book
's downloadable: Mo! scold 'em!

here endeth mine vague riff
(-: hat-tips to Peter Griff :-)

graphics source

Thursday, April 21, 2011

gnomic verse (new math / old math)   [rubai]

Count your smiles   instead of your tears
hug your courage   instead of your fears
tally your blessings   skipping your woes
sum your wisdom   instead of your years


Having seen the first 2 lines as (presumably) a traditional gnomic verse, I modified them slightly [well, substituted the word "hug" for a repetitive "Count"], and then appended the concluding 2 lines, thus transforming couplet into quatrain. (Claim of authorship comes with the above disclaimer.)

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

"what do we know?"   [boomerang poem]

With the changing of the weather   what do we know?
with the turning of the season   how do we feel?
with the soul's obscure migration   where do we go?
with the veil of illusion   who could be real?
with the tale of the spirit   whither the spiel?
with the churning of the ocean   wherefore the tow?
with the ceaseless wheel of karma   what is the deal?
with the changing of the weather   what do we know?

divine twitter   [ditty]

The sweetest tweet
that e'er were twat
than wings more fleet
quoth He "Thou'rt That!"

"everything"   [ditty]

Mordant humor's dark appeal
life where is thy sting?
all false treasure death will steal!
(so-called "everything")

Responsive to this joke:
Doctor to patient:   "I have good news and bad news.
The good news is that you are not a hypochondriac."

Monday, April 18, 2011

Thirty-three chairs for Ai   [ditty]

Thirty-three chairs for Ai
at the Consulate in L.A.
silent furniture's cry
one might see this on the telly

Sunday, April 17, 2011

"Stop Stoppard"   [ditty]

Stop Stoppard from falling
beck Beckett to rise
art thou (Artaud) calling?
it's not a surprise

for Ariel McClanahan Watson

Saturday, April 16, 2011

meditation   [boomerang poem]

The minutes & the hours slowly pass
long years & decades fade without a trace
my thatch mat daily rolls out on the grass
my soul enamored of your silent face
whether as hare or turtle in time's race
or stone-faced buddha sitting on his ass
we seek the moving lilt of Meher's grace
the minutes & the hours slowly pass

"terse lightning"   [gnomic verse]

Terse lightning or loquacious rain?
each gesture of apt duration
a nanosec flash of joy or pain
a season of implication

"The Girl with Tousled Hair"   [rubai / ditty]

The Girl with Tousled Hair
(sublimity to spare)
within a zone where beauty
approaches silent prayer

with hat-tips to Parabola

"The car-sounds mimic the sea"   [boomerang poem]

The car-sounds mimic the sea
the moon is amid the sky
when pining to become free
the heart can do naught but sigh

the world with its muffled cry
is endeavoring to be
a mirror echoing why
the car-sounds mimic the sea

Thursday, April 14, 2011

mountain & cloud   [boomerang poem / ditty]

Mountain & cloud
granite & snow
scene who may know?

blanket of blue
rare is thy view
absent of crowd
mountain & cloud

Friday, April 8, 2011

"Morning beside the park"   [boomerang poem]

Morning beside the park
though overcast no rain
crying of skybirds hark
though nearly broke no pain

build a life once again?
love flows from sources dark
what would the soul attain?
morning beside the park

"a life-long poem"   [gnomic verse]

An eight-minute-long poem
might be dashed off in a morning
while a morning-long poem
could be labored out in a day
what of a day-long poem?
if composed (not without warning)
would it beg a life-long poem
to express some eternal say?

for Rachel Dacus

Friday, April 1, 2011

"Asturias"   [boomerang poem]

Sharon Isbin's Asturias
the radio peels as you park
in morning sun   still curious
how the world plays at light & dark?
having come now to Sunset Park
don't say love is injurious
meditation can make what mark?
Sharon Isbin's Asturas

vide: Asturias [YouTube]