Posts tagged ‘Poet’s Corner poetry blog’

January 7, 2020

Primitive

by HemmingPlay

 

By Sharon Olds

Sharon Olds

 

I have heard about the civilized,
the marriages run on talk, elegant and
honest, rational. But you and I are
savages. You come in with a bag,
hold it out to me in silence.
I know Moo Shu Pork when I smell it
and understand the message: I have
pleased you greatly last night. We sit
quietly, side by side, to eat
the long pancakes dangling and spilling,
fragrant sauce dripping out,
and glance at each other askance, wordless,
the corners of our eyes clear as spear points
laid along the sill to show
a friend sits with a friend here.

January 3, 2020

Finding Home

by HemmingPlay

I can’t go home, because
home has not stopped
moving yet.
But I do know that
this moment is real;
I know how your lips feel,
I know the heat and
weight of you
In the dark,
or pressed against me
at a dock, oblivious
of jealous eyes,
saying a goodbye,
wordlessly telling
me what feels right.
I know loneliness
melts
in the heat of the
grace of you.
Stay with me a while, dancer.
Let’s walk on the beach,
and look in the sands for courage,
and sit at dawn,
watching the day come up like thunder.

December 27, 2019

Magic Flows in the Wounded Places

by HemmingPlay

Magic flows in the
wounded places,
brings new life,
growing pains,
new patterns,
new hope.
But the risks…
it’s hard to take the risks.
We’re surrounded by
unfinished things,
always taking the present
and turning it into the future,
over and over and over and over…
it doesn’t end until we do.
Creating courage never ends,
is never perfect,
always full of doubt,
always becoming
—but only through risk.

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May 25, 2019

Survivor’s Guilt

by HemmingPlay

(Note: written several months ago as part of the recovery process.) 

Hissing down Highway 1
in the rain,
Baltimore in the rear view.

Brushing against old pain
repressed for 20 years,
but suddenly bleeding
through my chest,
three grey hours ahead.

I wasn’t the one
who was sick, I said.
Not the one who died.
I was just the supporting cast
the nameless crew member
in the red tunic.

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April 1, 2019

Standing

by HemmingPlay

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And oh, my dear,
what joy
to hear the robin’s call,
the cardinal’s challenge,
the excited chatter
of all the returning
migrants, full of stories
about tropical fruits
and sunny days and
nights among the
trumpet vines and
camellia blooms
on the Gulf of Mexico.

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November 19, 2018

Common Grief

by HemmingPlay


A local story tells
of a dam that blocked a creek in late ’60.
The water rose, year by year,
seeped over a poor family’s
rocky homestead,
the one that was supposed
to be an assured future.
58 years under
the dark, cool waves,
bass and perch swimming past
foundation stones covered in mud and algae.
The loss of a dream
is a reason

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November 12, 2018

A Post-Election Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

The election was a test of our Democracy.
Now we’ll see what’s going to be.
This we already knew –
America is not Red or Blue….
It is Home of the Brave and the Land of the Free.

Americans voted, their voices were heard and there was change in the political landscape; now what will that change bring.

October 25, 2018

A “Your Vote Counts The Same As One Rich Person’s Vote” Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

I haven’t written a limerick in a long time. I had been writing political limericks during and soon after the 2016 election, but I was overwhelmed by the change in the political climate and the events that came with it. I couldn’t keep up with it. And, I felt that it might even be dangerous to continue. You never know who is reading them and keeping score.

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August 14, 2018

Secret

by HemmingPlay

When the sands
of our deeper selves
shift, slide, scald
at 3 a.m.,
when buried grief
slithers out again,
the night holds its
breath a moment,
exhales and the Eastern
sky brightens.
Safe again, we wake.

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June 25, 2018

Martian Sunset

by HemmingPlay

 

“Not again,” He saw the ignition begin behind her eyes. 

“God’s an amazing artist,” she said, gathering her righteous energies to spring into the “do you know Jesus? speech”. 

“I just said I’d seen a sunset as though it were for the first time. Don’t make this all about you.”

“But.. “

“No. Just don’t. I was trying to tell you something, and you were about to use my pain to evangelize. It’s selfish. It’s unworthy of you.”

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January 3, 2018

An “As We Begin Year Two of Trump” Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

It has been quite a while since I wrote a political limerick. I’ve been like many other Americans, unable to suspend my disbelief that Donald Trump was elected President of the United States and hoping that I will awake from this nightmare and find that it was just a bad dream.

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December 18, 2017

Lazarus, After

by HemmingPlay

Lazarus never smiled
after he rose from the dead.
For 30 years, until he died again,
he was haunted by the
unredeemed souls he saw
in the four days he
journeyed in the afterlife.

Laughter died stillborn in his chest.
That was what he told neighbors—
when he talked about it.
But, it was hard to speak, and
had been since that day.
His throat was always dusty
and his tongue thick.

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November 9, 2017

I Wanted

by HemmingPlay

I wanted to be Steve Jobs
I wanted to be Joni Mitchell
I wanted to be Leonard Cohen
I wanted to be Carl Sagan,
Bobby Kennedy.
I wanted to be that person,
the one they’ll say years from now,
“yeah, whatever happened to him?”
The way people do, about certain
Rare, shining talents, like Joni, or Steve,
Or Carl. Mystery
that can’t be explained.

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November 9, 2017

Beatle Me

by HemmingPlay

1943-2001

If I were a Beatle

I’d be

the quiet one–

catalyst

bare-foot pilgrim

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October 29, 2017

A Fantasy of Permanent Youth

by HemmingPlay

I’m racing the inevitable,
my only weapon an
optimistic fantasy
of permanent youthfulness.

The 1970s are to blame.
My generation is to blame.
We started this crap,
pretending we could play
where, before,
only teenagers and children could.

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October 12, 2017

A Two Team Dilema Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

Being a sports fan can be tough. Sports has live drama unfolding before your eyes and the emotional relationship between fans and their team is amped up geometrically by that dynamic. “Fan” is from “fanatic.”

I am a sports fan. Not fanatical about my pro sports teams. Certifiable about my CLEMSON TIGERS. Ask my Ohio State friends. But this is about baseball and this years playoffs.

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August 15, 2017

A “Getting Older And Wiser” Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

I am about to celebrate what I pray will be the first of many anniversaries with my beloved Seva. It has given cause for a little reflection and not the type that involves a mirror which I find myself now avoiding more and more.

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February 12, 2017

A Valentine’s Day Smitten Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

Poetry challenge: Valentines poem.

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I’ve been smitten; there’s no way I’d mistake it
And I don’t know how you will take it.

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January 24, 2017

A “Demoralized Well Intended First Briefing” Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

http://www.nydailynews.com/opinion/stand-heat-sean-spicer-article-1.2953830

The drama is compelling. It should be. It could be all about the future of life on this planet as we know it since the end of World War II. How could anyone think that President Trump will not come under scrutiny like no one before him. There has been no one like him before him. I don’t remember any other President ever sending out his mouthpiece to tell the White House Press Corps that the Administration “intends” to tell the truth. So, if you are going to be the front man for him, you better wear a hazmat suit and be able to get out of the way of flying rotten vegetables. I watched Sean Spicer today. I don’t think he got the memo…and that led to this

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January 13, 2017

The Last Clemson Wins The National Championship Limerick….I promise

by Joel Kravitz
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WINNER WINNER CHICKEN DINNER

I get it. It is time to calm down about #Clemson. No it isn’t. But so as not to contribute to the Great Clemson Nation being stigmatized as a bunch of obnoxious ungracious winners, I will make this one the last one….for a while. I would also like to note that most people in the Great Clemson Nation could give a rat’s ass about what the rest of the college football world thinks of them. I’m one of them, this forum notwithstanding.

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January 4, 2017

A “Tweeting Trump Star Trek Adventure” Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

In my last limerick, I made mention that the President Elect has chutzpah and cunning. Dumb like a fox, my grandfather would say. He has figured out two important things that will play heavily on how he communicates with America and The World. He has figured out that he can not control the press. He may have a hostile and adversarial relationship with the press, but he has no direct power over it – they are going to say whatever it is they have to say and report what they think is news. But he has also figured out that he can control the news through social media and that gives him some indirect control over the press. Never thought I’d be thinking about stuff like this but……it led to this

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January 2, 2017

A “New Year, New Prez” Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

Poetry challenge: new year poem.

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I don’t think this one needs a lead in.

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December 28, 2016

Being Careless

by HemmingPlay

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December 19, 2016

Working Vacation

by HemmingPlay

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After 60 years of work, more or less,
I’ve decided to take a working vacation.
I’m booking a cruise for the next 60 years
To go exploring along the coasts,
Poking my canoe up the inlets and rivers,
Probing the veins and wires and memories of
Some unfamiliar parts of me, and some
I’ve been missing for a while, to
Seeing whether there’s anything
Worth saving, or maybe just toss it all out.

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November 28, 2016

Water

by HemmingPlay

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The water rubs the stone

Soft and cool, or fast and hot.

Day upon day.

The stone’s contours shift and soften

Day upon day.

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November 19, 2016

Standing At The Edge

by HemmingPlay

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The nights have gone cool, the days not as warm.
Sundown slips backward,

Dawn awakes later, shivering …by minutes,
Does it think we don’t notice?

The summer has been rainy, more than usual,
“Can’t complain, wouldn’t do no good,” my neighbor says.

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September 18, 2016

A Flagrant Foul Ejection Limerick

by Joel Kravitz

I got tossed last night. And not for arguing balls and strikes. Though to be consistent with the baseball metaphor, I was sent to the showers for missing a sign and trying to steal a base on my own. I was out by a mile. Rally cut short. No chance to get into scoring position.

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August 23, 2016

A Couple of “Bad Beat” Limericks

by Joel Kravitz

It is the stuff that stories and limericks are made off. Unfortunately, it isn’t a fairy tale and there isn’t a happy ending. But it is a good story and worth telling; and it is certainly worthy of a couple of limericks, that’s for sure. It’s a classic horse player’s lament, a woulda, shoulda, coulda.

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