I don’t know why I play
Bingo. I never win any
Prizes, which are usually
Junk anyway. Oh, well,
I guess I fulfill my socializing
Requirement.
Tag: poet
Portrait
A street portrait artist
Made his living sketching
Portraits of people who
Would agree to sit with
Him. He barely eked out
A living doing what he
Loved. People loved the
Street artist.
Silence
If indeed you must be candid,
Be candid beautifully,
Otherwise keep silent, for there
Is a man in our neighborhood
Who is dying.
Wish
It’s my one true wish
As I know and understand
This light to be my home
Knowing up there in the galaxy
Is me,
And I am up there
In my bones built from stars
Infinity
We are swept along on
The winds of infinity.
Who we are, what we
Are, what we think is
Meaningless as our
Treatment of others
Haunts us down the
Corridors of time.
Organ
There is nothing so
Majestic as organ
Music.
The notes thunder
Through the hall
And send shivers
Up your spine. A
A great organ
Player is a virtuoso.
Angry Gerbils
Watch out for angry
Gerbils. They will
Gnaw your leg off
If you let them. They
Hide behind furniture
And are hard to catch.
One person used his
Shotgun and shot up
His house with no luck.
Old Days
The days when there
Were no coal fired
Power plants, no
Acres of asphalt,
No superstores,
Those were the
Days to be now
In. Nature was
Lush and beautiful.
Canopy
Go outside at night and look
Up. You will be dazzled
By the canopy of
Magnificent stars. The
Constellations wink
At you saying, “Hi, how
are you?”
Corridor
I stood at the beginning
Of a long corridor and
Began to walk down
It passing busts of
Famous and ordinary
People. When I got
To the end of the
Aisle I found myself
Staring at a bust of
Myself.
Wordman of Alcatraz 