Oh, God! He writes poetry (Occasionally) #6 — Always

I wrote this poem back in 2006. It was written for a friend who was going through some very difficult changes in her life, and was written to help her remember that, as dark as those days were, there was always hope and that she always had friends who loved and cared for her. It … Continue reading Oh, God! He writes poetry (Occasionally) #6 — Always

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Oh, God! He writes poetry (Occasionally) #5 — A Poem For a Job

Today, whilst applying for a job online, I was asked to write an original 40-60 word poem about my current or previous job. This one is 75 words. . .I hope they don't count off for going over. I hope you enjoy! (No, I was not the model for Heinrich Feuger's "Prometheus Brings Fire to Mankind" … Continue reading Oh, God! He writes poetry (Occasionally) #5 — A Poem For a Job

Oh, God! He writes poetry (occasionally) #3

Drama Queen Your Majesty -- You're a travesty of justice, and decency alike Your vanity -- dark insanity is weakness though you call it might And when your chips are down your golden crown tarnishes revealing a tin foil hoop How easily the weight of reality brings all your boasting to mute You wilt and … Continue reading Oh, God! He writes poetry (occasionally) #3

Oh, God he writes poetry (occasionally) #2

Half Life Half-brained ideas followed by half-hearted effort. Half-baked delusions of half-pursued grandeur. A half-time resident in this halfway house I'm living in half the distance between Einstein and oblivion. Infected at birth with incurable wanderlust forever looking for the next best thing. Innoculated by experience with total distrust of people always holding the illusive brass … Continue reading Oh, God he writes poetry (occasionally) #2

The Pilgrim Rose: Thoughts on an Emily Dickinson Poem

My familiarity with Dickinson's work was, at best, limited.  I'd always had the impression that she was, in my own words, a tortured recluse. She was reclusive to be sure; but tortured--I'm beginning to wonder, and this poem is a prime example of the reason why.       --- Nobody knows this little Rose - … Continue reading The Pilgrim Rose: Thoughts on an Emily Dickinson Poem

On Poetry. And my own poetry. (Quote of the Day – January 22)

Ughh. . .the first week of the semester. It's the absolute most chaotic time I know. Everything is new. Everything is confusing. Everything looks so big and un-doable. ...sorry for not posting more the last few days--first week of the semester and all... I love poetry, but until this semester I've never taken a course … Continue reading On Poetry. And my own poetry. (Quote of the Day – January 22)