OWL EYES

 

         How could you

          not love an owl

          unless you are

          a tiny mouse

 

          Those big round eyes

          always scanning

for a tasty meal;

          Goodbye little mouse

A WILTING BRAIN

 

        Struggling for the name

          of the sweet singing bird,

my ever-wilting brain

awaits a sudden spark

of minor memory

 

To every man and woman,

this form of mild dementia

cometh soon or late,

becoming ever worse

as we wait at the gate

 

Like Horatius of old,

I now stand ready to fight,

wielding a creative sword,

forged of my poetry against

the darkening of my light

 

Many readers will recognize the influences of Thomas Babington MacAulay’s THE LAYS OF ANCIENT ROME and Dylan Thomas’ DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT on this poem.

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EVOLUTION

 

        The cave dweller:

 

          The hunter makes the kill,

brings home the meat

          to fill the needing bellies

          especially for the woman

who bakes new predators

 

The 1950s:

 

          The earner labors

bringing home money

to pay for needs,

freeing the woman

to serve the family

 

Modern times:

 

          The baker of babies

          remembering the glory

          showered on the hunter

          acquires the weapons

          needed for fulfillment

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QUESTIONS BEFORE DYING

 

I wonder if Ginger will be waiting for me

when I cross the line?

Or if I will find a greater love

from a previous time?

I wonder if Ginger will have a number

of loves from the past

and I will have a similar collection?

I wonder if the drives and desires of life

on earth will be gone?

I wonder if we will be like amoebas

collected into the Godhead?

I wonder if the other side is blankness

with no awareness

like a deep sleep?

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REFLECTNG on a PICASSO

 

The grim old age

of the woman

in the mirror

with her orange tear

How cruel Pablo

 

Did you invite a fecund,

pretty girl to foresee

what surely lies ahead

by lingering with you

How cruel Pablo

 

Or was that her psyche

you were portraying

with a grim image

gazing back at her

How cruel Pablo

 

(Inspired by Pablo Picasso’s “Girl Before A Mirror”)

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HAPPY COUPLE

 

          A kiss upon waking

          What a wonderful way

          To begin every day

          Familiar tongues touching

          In sex sensual play

 

          Coming in the door

          After a long day

          Of tedious work

          The welcoming kiss

          a delightful perk

 

          Dinner with wine

Talk of our day

          Climbing the stairs

          Into our bed

          for sleep and play

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BESIEGED by COVID-19

 

          Staying in the house

          is the best defense.

          The fierce destroyer

          lurks outside, waiting

          for a foolish sally

 

          Don’t ever confront

this ruthless enemy,

ready to impose

suffering and death

on the unwise ones

 

          The vaccine is coming

          so, the best strategy

          is to patiently wait

          for a medical shield,

          then herd immunity

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