Tuesday, May 16, 2017

PRESIDENTIAL MEDAL of MUZZLING, a poem

Dan Heyman, how dare you shout
a question at Trump lackeys
giving the West Virginia cops
a chance to employ censorship
for an authoritarian America

Is domestic violence a pre-existing condition
the journalistic gall of you asking Secretary Price
so provocatively significant a question
as he strode in answer-avoiding silence
beside the alternative truthist Kellyanne 

Donald Trump would be in character
to create a Medal of Muzzling
with the West Virginia police
the first to be celebrated
for censoring our Dan Heyman


Sunday, May 7, 2017

AN INTERRUPTED LIFE, a poem

Little did I expect
that after eighty years
the purgatory
of the interrupted life
daily awaited me

No more novels
will freely flow
from my fingers
creativity a prey
of this interrupted life

Having a brilliant thought
reading a riveting book
watching a serious film
seeing really important news
omnis relatio interrupit

(May 7, 2017)



Sunday, April 23, 2017

PRISONER of DEMENTIA, a poem

The prisoner of dementia
listens to her meaningless rants
without end
endures  her rages
a helpless witness

The contract requires
for better or worse
so he is bound
by those sworn words
until the end

Occasionally she says
in a very sad lament
I don’t want to live
this way anymore
Neither do I


Monday, April 17, 2017

ALWAYS CONNECTED, a poem

ALWAYS CONNECTED

The Kahunas contend
a single simple touch
will join us
like twins with a filament
of ectoplasm forever

So the connection created
by any long loving marriage
or an extended relationship
must surely produce links
thick as ancient redwoods

Those heavy bonds survive
divorce or separation
with the once loved
ties never erased
always remembered

(April 16, 2017)


Monday, April 10, 2017

SITTING in SILENCE, a poem

SITTING in SILENCE

So many couples sitting
in silence in restaurants
We always spoke
engaged in sweet conversation
looking into each other’s eyes

Why an absence of dialogue?
their disconnected lives speaking?
We were joined
in lively discourse
reflecting our love

Having eaten and paid the bill
they exit to their dreariness
We connected again
in the privacy
of our lovely home

(April 4, 2017)



Thursday, April 6, 2017

LOST LOVE, a poem

LOST LOVE

I loved you
You loved me
We loved each other
Now we are free


Thursday, March 30, 2017

AFTER DEATH, a poem

AFTER DEATH

What can be expected
In releasing a soul
in death?
forever deep sleep
in constant blankness

Perhaps an hereafter
of infinite torture
the sour reward
for an ugly past life
Yet some merit better

An eternity of pleasure
to be enjoyed without boredom
in sensuous ensembles
of tasty food and good wine
and varieties of flesh

(March 30, 2017)




Thursday, March 16, 2017

AFTERMATH, a poem

          Glorious fried egg I savor
          your unforgettable flavor
          disc of orange and white
          my taste buds soar in flight
          making my day so extra bright

          (Written in March, 2017. I thought I might try writing a limerick, but found it beyond doing at this time. I am not a funny writer.)





Sunday, March 12, 2017

WILDCAT, a poem

           
          Wildcat, what inflamed such desire
          perhaps my naked ready body
          transported you into a female fire

          Memories of the Wildcat you were
          Still stirs my near ancient lingam
          The joy of having made you purr
         
          Your zeal for my source of delight
          Often pulled me from deepest sleep
          For thrilling joinings in our night
         
          The lovely touch of your sweet skin
          Withheld in the years of old age
          Reminds me of what once had been

          (Written in February, 2017)



Saturday, February 4, 2017

Free downloads of four-star novel of the Paris Commune

Go into battle with Gen. Jaroslaw Dombrowski and Louise Michel in my novel, BEN CONNOLLY in the PARIS COMMUNE.
The book will be available for free downloads from Kindle for five days this week, from Sunday (Feb. 5, 2017) through Thursday (Feb. 9, 2017).
Please read it, enjoy it, and review it.


Wednesday, February 1, 2017

DEATH and BEYOND, a sonnet

Let easy death be my painless surprise
In deepest sleep with an exciting dream
My expression locked in a look so wise
Even so I am sure my wife will scream
Will I be hovering above the deathbed
Listening to what those who gather said
What a wonderfully good man he was

If there is a godly judge awaiting
My hope is that the good outweighed the bad
The scales are worth extant contemplating
If I wait too long I may end up sad
Once I cross River Styx no returning
Maybe I will be in heaven and glad
Otherwise this body may be burning

(This sonnet was written in January, 2017)



Monday, January 30, 2017

Thoughts on NO GREAT MISCHIEF by Alistair MacLeod

     NO GREAT MISCHIEF  is a novel of change, the ending of tribal roots through intermarriage, the gap that emerges between siblings with a college education and without.
     Alistair MacLeod writes with a grace and warmth that is a pleasure to read; the kind of a book enjoyed with a cup of tea or a glass of wine.
     MacLeod’s characters are living in the late twentieth century in Canada while eighteenth century Scotland is a dominant presence in their memories; they still speak Gaelic as well as English. They are part of the MacDonald clan, driven by the English from the Highlands of Scotland to Cape Breton 200 hundred years ago.
     The protagonist and his sister, who grew up in the care of their grandparents in a loving home and are well-educated, break the links to ancient Scotland by marrying outsiders. They have suburban lives of material comfort.
     Their uneducated siblings are doomed to the dangerous and drone jobs of the blue collar working class. One is a wild man, who ignores the restraints of society, the little ones like driving without a license and the more serious of deadly brawls; he ends up in prison and as a drunk without a real home or his own family (meaning a mate and children).
     I would love to read another novel by MacLeod, but he wrote only one, NO GREAT MISCHIEF, and died in 2014.




Wednesday, January 25, 2017

SCARY DONALD TRUMP, a villanelle

          Donald, Blue America lives in fear
          of your finger on the bomb
          oh, your helter-skelter mind

          Will you survive more than a year
          with your speech so unkind
          Donald, Blue America lives in fear

          The frightening words Baltics hear
          you are in a Putin bind
          oh, your helter-skelter mind

          While Latinos pain is here
          the deportation orders signed
          Donald, Blue America lives in fear

          Women marched to be clear     
          they are not politically blind
          oh, your helter-skelter mind

          You sit in your Oval Office
          America watches and listens
          to your delusions of which
          Donald, Blue America lives in fear
          oh, your helter-skelter mind

          ( This villanelle was composed in January, 2017)

          

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

TEAMSTERS DIRTY TRICKS

         The easiest way to win an election in a Teamsters local is to bring internal union charges against a potential opponent. The local’s executive board sits in judgement of the accused with a guilty verdict effectively eliminating him/her from the election.
          The incumbent officers of New York Teamsters Local 804 have a compelling reason to block Tim Sylvester from running for reelection as president of the local next year.
          Sylvester, a close ally of the late Ron Carey, won the presidency of Local 804 in 2009 and was reelected in 2012. He was ousted from that office by just 70 votes in 2015 after he had announced he was running for general president of the International Brotherhood of Teamsters  on the Teamsters United slate against incumbent James P. Hoffa.
          As a result of losing Local 804’s presidency, Sylvester switched his candidacy to general secretary-treasurer enabling Fred Zuckerman to become Teamsters United's presidential candidate. In last year’s election, Local 804 members gave Teamster United a smashing victory over Hoffa by a vote of 1835 to 295--a margin of 1,540 votes.
          That 1,540 vote margin must have sent chills through the Local 804 incumbents, who won their 70-vote victory over Sylvester with the help of the Hoffa forces.
          Local 804’s officers, who will sit in judgement, have charged Sylvester with embezzlement for cashing in his accrued vacation when he departed as the local’s president, which Teamsters United contends is a common and permissible practice..
          Teamsters United has branded the charges as baseless, “a political smear campaign by Hoffa and the Local 804 officers who do his bidding.”
          The Teamsters court-appointed Independent Investigations Officer would do well to examine whether the charges against Sylvester are valid or politically-motivated and whether the Hoffa forces played a role in bringing them. Stealing an election is just as serious--perhaps more--as looting a union treasury or pension fund.

          

Monday, January 2, 2017

TRUMPETTS, a poem

          Lying doesn’t matter
          duplicity is acceptable
          exploitation is okay
          sexism is amusing
          bragging is understandable
          hubris is cheered

          Trumpetts is
          an artificial word
          to describe
          abominable beings
          who form
          the Trumpian core

          Keep America
          considerate
          not gross
          the cultured coasts
          should always
          dominate America