Category: Poetry

  • Tardigrade Nomenclature

    Tardigrade Nomenclature

    Some call them water bearson account of their bear-like gait Goeze charmingly called them: Mein kleiner Wasserbär (my little-water-bear) (In profile, Goeze himself resembled a Tardigrade) Today Germans label them –  with decidedly less charm:Bärtierchen (little-bear-animal) But it was Spallanzi who christened them: Tardigradum (slow-walker) like teens out for a saunter with their mobile devicesstepping…

  • Artificial Sonnets

    Artificial Sonnets

    IV. The poet wore a smile, broad, smug and warm,Took praise from everyone who offered it.He thought: “I am a sage of my art form!And now I’ll just sit back and take credit.”He burst into his office in this mood,The grin still wide upon his haughty face,To find two people talking there – how rude!Who…

  • Spiritual Activism (for Frederick Buechner)

    Spiritual Activism (for Frederick Buechner)

    We know what we should be doing with our lives:meeting the world’s deep hunger with our own, as we nourish the soul, with all its tribulationsand desires, and stand like a rock on principles. When we get off the hurtling merry-go-round, we discover the everyday rhythms of living: remembering how to breathe, to integrate body…

  • Artificial Sonnets

    Artificial Sonnets

    III. The poet stared at the blank screen and sighed:Procrastination is my only skill.His office – sparse, clean, pale – made him feel ill.Employment seemed to eat at his inside.He didn’t know what fate may yet befall himBut knew he must deliver on the hype,So reached out to the keyboard set before him,Stretched out his…

  • Pi Mysterium

    Pi Mysterium

    … and the Mathematician Who Made Me Believe “It simply goes on forever.”I am not convinced.Wary of things immeasurable,Such as love, infinity,Creator, existence. Suppose you divideForever by four,Now, forever is a fraction;Leaping, and then divingToward no definitive action. And, what did Stonehenge know of greek? – Her transcendental rock, mineral-stackedIn sly mockery,Asking that we compareHoly…

  • Counting Expectations

    Counting Expectations

    Her floral hands weptwhile holding the stillborntheir only chanceand the fatherwith his whiskeybreathsitting in the smokehe madewhile staring at the wallpaying no attentionto her wailsto her achesto her painhe just drank Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you write poetry like this, CLICK HERE.

  • Artificial Sonnets

    Artificial Sonnets

    II. “A poet. You’re the first I’ve interviewed,”The woman said behind her shiny desk.“You show a certain zealous attitude,And your approach is novel, I confess.They value that in this place, so maybeYou could outline any experienceYou feel would make the promised differenceYou like to claim.” She gestured to him. “Please.” The poet coughed into his…

  • Sounds of Cotton

    Sounds of Cotton

    Mornings are roughwhen throwing up panicand beating myself down with whatever is closest and as alwaysit’s usually me Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you write poetry like this, CLICK HERE.

  • Every House

    Every House

    A plastic box for the local paperIs drilled into some rendition Of a post near every mailbox. There are traits made visibleFrom the underbelly Of each installation.Like a new graphologyTo determine from varying Degrees of crude angles, Stripped screw heads And nails left in that bent. Cultural drift, I suppose. Featured Download: If you would…

  • Artificial Sonnets

    Artificial Sonnets

    I. The poet needed badly to make money.It was a common problem, to be sure;His education lacked – to put it bluntly – Any skills that could stop him being poor.He found a list of fastest growing sectors,Summoned his meagre business acumen,He searched addresses for boards of directors.He sat, he wept, he prayed. He grabbed…

  • Fudge Bowl

    Fudge Bowl

    Father Peregrine’s musingsfrom that Martian midlandmoved me.  How often I wallowin mindin wordin deed. Helpless in my disgust.  Yet, when I call out,He scoops me;my mindmy wordmy deed. Alas! I was not made forthe fudge bowl.  Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you write poetry like this, CLICK HERE.

  • Working at the Health Clinic

    Working at the Health Clinic

    She told me that missionaries Came in to get testedAfter having doneThe lords workIn Africa Featured Download: If you would like a resource to help you write poetry like this, CLICK HERE.