(This is Poetry archive)
Then and Now
We once were demigods…
A Fiddler and a Castrato
A poor fiddler called upon…
Snowflake
Hello, snowflake…
Sadistic Verses
Bits of Russian folklore.
The Bullet
Channelling Emily Dickinson.
Hitman Poetry
A murderer viewing life poetically.
I’m a Wave!
I’m a wave!…
Villon’s Straight Tip to All Cross Coves
Suppose you screeve? or go cheap-jack? …
If Only I Were Wiser…
If only I were wiser…
First Rendezvous
’Cause I have nothing else to post.
Ballad of the Hanged
A poem by François Villon; his epitaph.
Tale of a Fool, Aloof and Late
Silliness with spoonerisms.
Found Poem
A picture taken on the twenty four–Divisadero bus. If I had my way, I’d order all the directions on public transport to be written in verse.
The Penguin
Consider the penguin. He is a gentleman…
Recall
Memory, a dappled orchard where the apples glow the brightest…
Blizzard
You Spill shrill chatter over the airwaves (vibrations descend on the tendrils of antennas…
No Name
We savored silence on our lips…
Poetry