THE ALSO-RANS, a poem

   

          Oh, the joy of the winner

          to come in just barely first

          through an incredible spurt

          Of course, there would be no best

          if it weren’t for the rest

          The struggling also-rans

          are in the losing pack

          Their feat is in the trying

          but there is no denying

          they dearly wanted to win

          The cheering fans

passive watchers

give little thought

to those who tried

but failed to star

BEN CONNOLLY in the PARIS COMMUNE

Go into battle with Gen. Jaroslaw Dombrowski and Louise Michel in my

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A GOURMET FEAST

For the fortunate

          a gourmet feast

          For the others

a fast food treat

          Making love is a miracle

          Having sex is a venture

          Lovers are soulmates

          for a moment or forever

          A loveless connection

          is an ephemeral pleasure

          Love happens

          Sex is a choice

CONVERSATIONS, a poem

I wish I could play back

          My conversations with Ginger

          We had many happy ones

          About films, novels, children

          Politics and the world

          I wish I had recordings

          Of those conversations

          I can’t remember them

          In detail

          They were words spoken

          And enjoyed

          Gone like the momentary

          Licking of an ice cream cone

          Or sipping an Irish whiskey

          On a damp, cold, winter evening

          I wish I could reach into my mind

          Or brain to sort through

          Those tens of thousands

of conversations

          To replay them at will

          I have clears memories

          Of slices of sentences

          From Ginger, from my mother

          From others in my life

          Most positive, some negative

I wish I could play back

          My conversations with Ginger

         

CALLING ERATO, a poem

Where are you muse?

Please come whisper

gold in my ear

What would great Shakespeare

have done without you?

I sit patiently poised

awaiting Erato,

goddess of poetry,

to plant sweet phrases

in my anxious mind

Help me sing songs

to my true love

I will write down

your inspiring words

engendering romance

NEVER MORE

          Alone with my thoughts

          and the memories

          of what once was

          but is no more

          Time and geography

          parted us forever

          so we may remember

          but reconnect, never

         

ONE NIGHT

          She knew with a glance

          she had found romance

          she would seize her chance

          before the night was over

for a lovely phallic dance

          There could be no regret

          She would never forget

          her uninhibited pleasure

of a joy beyond measure

          a memory to treasure

          When her body grew old

          in bed alone and cold

she would long to dream

of that romantic flight

          lasting for just one night