Category Archives: Poetry (What is it?)



Life—What’s It Good For?

Squinting at the dark end of the tunnel:
“What is it that I was supposed to do?”
I ask myself. Life, that tapered funnel,
Shrinks each bright prospect, tinges hope with rue. Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry (What is it?), Wisdom

Very Unique!

Bill guffawed! “You can’t say ‘very unique’!
Jeez! Unique’s unique—no ‘verys’ allowed!”
I smiled. “Fascist teachers (who made eunuchs
Of us all) live on in you—why kowtow Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry (What is it?), Politics, Words

Apples and Oranges

You can’t compare apples to oranges—
So goes the old cliché. But, say I, why
Not? They’re both fruit. If determined to lunge,
Pursue truth, find images that untie, Continue reading →

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Poetry? What’s It Good For?

Poetry, I suppose, has its uses—
With verse, our aging poets are allowed
To picture vicious Time afflict abuse—
We see those chill-killed leaves, abandoned boughs, Continue reading →

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Figures of Speech

What am I, chopped liver?

Can someone explain
How I, being overlooked,
Ignored, Continue reading →

Posted in Poetry (What is it?), Words

Freud Redux

Much modern poetry
Mutters lament,
Makes dirge
Our common song. Continue reading →

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